Kelly Rowland

Berlin City where I saw the finer things
Candy lip, I swear she taste like Tangerine
Put a rack on baby wrist so she the ting
Broke ass nigga but I got Versace dreams, does it lean

I hit a lick bruh
I can't afford ya
Why we afraid love
They don't believe ya
When I was sidelined, no one believed me
But now I got posters, lil baby neck gleaming
That aint a snack, lil baby a meal
I rent out the Lear, could take you a year
I'm in Berlin, and I'm sitting sideways

Don't you come up out the crib if you ain't strange babe
You gon' miss the wave babe
Yah babe, yah babe, yah babe
You don't leave the crib you'll miss the Strange wave
That's just what I think babe

Yah, what I think babe
Yah, what I think babe
Yah

Broke ass nigga but I got Versace dreams