Bum, bum, bum, bum Bum, bum, bum, bum Baby girl, where you at? Got no strings, got menatized Can't stop that feeling for long, no You're making dogs wanna beg Breaking them off your fancy legs But they make you feel right at home now, no See, all these illusions just take us too long And I want it bad Because you walk pretty, because you talk pretty Cause you make me sick And I'm not leaving Till you're leaving Oh, I swear there's something when she's pumping Asking for a raise Well, does she want me to carry her home now? So does she want me to buy her things? On my house, on my job, on my loot Shoes, my shirt, my crew, my mind, my father's I say, when I get you, I know When I get you, you'll know, babe When I get you, I know When I get you, I know Baby girl, you the *** You the *** that makes you my equivalent You can keep your toys in the drawer tonight Alright, all my dogs talking fast Ain't you got some photographs? Cause you shook that room like a storm now Yes you did, yes you did All these intrusions just take us too long And I want you so bad Because you walk city, because you talk city Cause you make me sick And I'm not leaving till you're leaving So I pray there's something she ain't bluffing Rubbing up on me Well, does she want me to make a vow? Check it, well, does she want me to make it now? On my house, on my job, on my loot Shoes, my voice, my crew, my mind, my father's I say, when I get you, I know When I get you, you'll know, babe When I get you, I know When I get you, I know When I get you, I know