U Got A Fan - The-Dream

Girl, you got a fan, uh

You so mothafuckin' fancy

And your jewelry look like candy

Tryna turn them legs into Bambi

Girl, you got me feelin' randy

Fuck the Plan B

I’ll take care of you

Like soul food

Girl, you got a fan

With that drip game on you

You so motherfuckin' fancy

Tryna do ya 'til them legs go Bambi

Call me Michael Myers, come through lookin' for the candy

Girl, you got a fan

Yup, I call her «Drip Game Shorty»

You so motherfuckin' fancy

Tryna love ya 'til them legs go Bambi

Call me Michael Myers, come through lookin' for the candy

Girl, you got a fan

You so motherfuckin' fancy

I need your body on the beach

Come and meet me in Miami

You smell rich as fuck

I swear I’m not just tryna fuck

You what we call «Black Girl Magic»

Drive a Rolls Royce truck with an ass that stop traffic

Girl, you got a fan

With that drip game on you

You so motherfuckin' fancy

Tryna do ya 'til them legs go Bambi

Call me Michael Myers, come through lookin' for the candy

Girl, you got a fan

Yup, I call her «Drip Game Shorty»

You so motherfuckin' fancy

Tryna love ya 'til them legs go Bambi

Call me Michael Myers, come through lookin' for the candy

Girl, you got a fan

Let’s make a plan

She finally full, finally full and nasty

I’m tryna come, tryna come, catch me

Shaniqua Williams

Fresh out the Carolinas

Girl, your body

Shot out to Raleigh

Girl, you got a fan

With that drip game on you

You so motherfuckin' fancy

Tryna do ya 'til them legs go Bambi

Call me Michael Myers, come through lookin' for the candy

Girl, you got a fan

Yup, I call her «Drip Game Shorty»

You so motherfuckin' fancy

Tryna love ya 'til them legs go Bambi

Call me Michael Myers, come through lookin' for the candy

Girl, you got a fan

Girl, you got a fan