I think you are (You are) something specialI’ll take you on a shopping spree (Oh, yeah)‘Cause I’m so into you (Oh)I’m so into you (I love you, baby)I’m so into you (Oh, my)I’m so into you (To you), baby (Baby)What you like? What you wear?Say the name, say the price, put them diamonds on your earShinin’ like a chandelierWhat’s your thoughts? What’s your fears?Yeah, I need that real love (Real love)Talkin’ Bobby and Whitney (Whitney)You don’t gotta worry ’bout nothin’ as long as you with me (With me, look)‘Cause shit could get sticky, that’s why I keep a glizzyRide around through my city (Woo)fu** Kassandra, Kanisha, Kanika and TishaLisa and Tisha (fu** them hoes, uh)Fu** them hoes ’cause I don’t need them, all them bi**hes treeshasThey ain’t in the field, they on the bleachers (Treeshas)On your back, I start applying that lotion (Yeah, lotion)So deep, I’ma go in, pullin’ all on your sew-in (Sew-in)I’m Pop Smoke, but you know all my governmentsAll that gangster shit, she be lovin’ itShe love how I’m thuggin’ it (Oh, you like that)Shawty brown and petite (Yeah)Fly and discreet, a demon in the sheets
Mother was a lawyer, her father the policeThey be working long hours, so she always had the freeShe said I could come with her if it get hot up in the streets‘Cause I’m a ‘rilla in the jungle and a shark up in the seaShe like, “Papi, you so fire, but get up out the streets”I’m like, “Baby, what you mean?” (What you mean?)LookI think (Baby) you areYou are (You are) something special (My girl)I’ll take you on a shopping spree‘Cause I’m so into you (To you)I’m so into you (You are)I’m so into youI’m so into you, baby (Baby)Baby (Baby)You are (You are) my girl (My girl)You are (You are) my girl(I think) You are (You are)You are (You are) something special (Oh, yeah)I’ll take you on a shopping spree (Oh, baby)‘Cause I’m so into you (Baby)I’m so into you (You are)I’m so into you (My girl)I’m so into you (You are), baby (My girl)