When we're walking, all them eyes on us
And you know they ain’t on me
We could talk to the po-po or the judge
Wouldn't matter 'cause they’d let us free
Never thought I'd be making love
But let me tell you that it comes with a cost
When the follows on the gram O.D
And I could promise they ain't there for me
Matter of fact they ain't no fans of me
They can definitely stare for free
But really shorty only fancy me
Damn mama kind of look a little different
Think I've just been missing that smile of yours
Feelling like I haven't seen you naked in a really long time
Damn mama's saying going with her bitches
She'll be back home late night of course
Was hoping you can fit me in the middle of the big fun...
My baby sweeter than a can of sugar
My baby ain’t a cheetah, she a cougar
She ain’t entertaining no guys
No I ain't ever been the type to be jealous
Well, I guess every man is sometimes
Your daddy’s just a little overprotective
Don't ever like to deal out what's rightfully mine
Nobody's looking for a perfect fit
They at the club hoping shorty might just let 'em hit
My baby sweeter than a can of sugar
My baby ain't a cheetah, she a cougar
She ain't entertaining no guys
Sweeter than a can of sugar
Sweeter than a can of sugar
My baby sweeter than a can of sugar
My baby ain't a cheetah, she a cougar
She ain't entertaining no guys
Sweeter than a can of sugar
Sweeter than a can of sugar
Sweeter than a can of sugar
Sweeter than a can of sugar