THAT GIRL Lyrics by Tyla
In ya top shot spot, is it me or them?
How many hours did you think ’bout it before you called in?
Knew the body couldn’t resist it, I got it fallin’
Beautiful flowers in the section just like a garden
Toss da dollar, send it in
Comma, comma, dividends
Blow some more I’m giving in, giving in, giving, giving in
Toss da dollar, send it in
Comma, comma, dividends
Blow some more I’m giving in, giving in, giving, giving in
Who’s that girl? I’m ’boutta make a purchase
I’m talking diamonds, watches, purses
You want the AP, girl, which version?
Give that girl a Maybach with the curtains
Put on that shit that make ’em nervous
Let’s fly you somewhere with no service
Closer
Come a little closer
Closer, closer, closer
Closer
Come a little closer
Closer, closer, closer
All cheek
Type chic
Can’t satisfy me if you’re not freak
Grip get behind me grip me tightly
Tick every time piece is a dime piece
Splurge
Watch somebody feelings get hurt
Denim on g-string shirt
They ain’t fucking with me
I swear
Toss da dollar, send it in
Comma, comma, dividends
Blow some more I’m giving in, giving in, giving, giving in
Toss da dollar, send it in
Comma, comma, dividends
Blow some more I’m giving in, giving in, giving, giving in
Who’s that girl? I’m ’boutta make a purchase
I’m talking diamonds, watches, purses
You want the AP, girl, which version?
Give that girl a Maybach with the curtains
Put on that shit that make ’em nervous
Let’s fly you somewhere with no service
Closer
Come a little closer
Closer, closer, closer
Closer
Come a little closer
Closer, closer, closer
Closer
Come a little closer
Closer, closer, closer
Closer
Come a little closer
Closer, closer, closer
