[Intro: Rick Ross]
This is a special moment in our lives (Maybach Music)
And the night is tonight
Jon B., Big Money Ricky Rozay, huh
[Verse 1: Jon B.]
She's not the type of girl in the video, no
She more like a classic motion picture
It's a movie when I spend time wit' ya
I'm a fan of you like a Josephine Baker
Black and white film, marquee feature
If they ask, tell 'em that it's human nature
It's my nature, baby
[Pre-Chorus: Jon B.]
I'm a fan of you, yeah
Every single move
I won't do what the average do for ya
I wanna be the only show and prove for ya
Go with me if I know what's good for ya
Met you on thе hills, it's the hood wit' ya
I got her creepin' 'til we'rе ducking outta there
To somewhere with a cooler atmosphere
Around the world, I could take you anywhere, anywhere
Take you anywhere
[Chorus: Jon B.]
Nothing that you wouldn't do, chick
Got me a real hills to the hood chick
Something fools can't fool with
Way too real for you cool kids
I work with her like a toolkit
When she ask, I said, "That's what you get"
She a real hills to the hood chick
Like an Uzi shot poppin' off from Cupid
[Verse 2: Jon B.]
I love her bedroom eyes when she movin' it slow
Give me the green light, lettin' me know when it's go time
Where we gon' ride, she gon' decide
Need to freshen up at the barbershop, pull up on the block
Bet the fellas really want what I got but she's all mine
I gotta smile 'cause my baby's so fine
[Pre-Chorus: Jon B.]
I'm a fan of you, oh
Every single move
I won't do what the average do for ya
I wanna be the only show and prove for ya
Go with me if I know what's good for ya
Met you on the hills, it's the hood wit' ya
I got her creepin' 'til we're ducking outta there
To somewhere with a cooler atmosphere
Around the world, I could take you anywhere, anywhere
Take you anywhere
[Chorus: Jon B., Rick Ross]
Nothing that you wouldn't do, chick
(I wanna take you around the world with me)
Got me a real hills to the hood chick
(Let's go to France)
Something fools can't fool with
(London, Africa)
Way too real for you cool kids
(Jon B., Big Money Rick, uh)
I work with her like a toolkit
When she ask, I said, "That's what you get"
(Let's go, ladies, uh)
She a real hills to the hood chick
(Big money)
Like an Uzi shot poppin' off from Cupid
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Yo, the money automatic, let you hold a Patek
I'm rollin' up a fatty, you could hold the chatter (Yes)
You tell me that you love me, rather go and tat it
Louis V the luggage, you gotta hold the balance
Floating out in Vegas, got a show at Drai's
Money right on time, only wore the latest
The Balenciaga don, hoes elated
Tequila by the shot, I'm the chosen favorite
Make it to my home, you gotta know it's sacred
But I gotta take your phone, a lot of moans we makin' (Woo)
Made a lot of love, it's what it was
If your girl a dime, mine a hundred plus
[Chorus: Jon B., Rick Ross]
Nothing that you wouldn't do, chick
(Greatest)
Got me a real hills to the hood chick
(Big Money Rick, Jon B.)
Something fools can't fool with
(We're going around the world)
Way too real for you cool kids
(Maybach Music)
I work with her like a toolkit
When she ask, I said, "That's what you get"
She a real hills to the hood chick
Like an Uzi shot poppin' off from Cupid
[Outro: Jon B.]
Ooh, ah, hey, oh yeah
She a real hills to the hood chick
Oh, oh yeah, mmm
She a real hills to the hood chick
She a real hills to the hood
Hills to the hood
