I remember how it came to be
I aint look for her love her love came me
Looking at her and it's plain to see
She's a perfect picture to me
Baby girl got a swag that you cant believe
I'm picturing me and her to be
Sexy also just to mention
She ghetto and classy all in the same sentence
Look good plus she working them thighs
Light skinned do it with them light green eyes
Anytime she come thru it's a clip-clop
Make you feel like a fool open sweatshop
Apple bottom jeans make yo jaw drop
And she got a touch make yo heart stop
Baby girl is the Main one that I'm tryin to capture
Looking at her she my perfect picture
Hook
Love the why that she do it
Fly want to get next to it
Excited when she's around cause you so independent
I love it i love her stay thinking of her
This is what i call my perfect picture
Them otha chicks talk jealous of you mad of you
Always talk to the fellas of you haters on you
Mad at miss independent
She aint like them types that get to gold diggin
Baby girl got swag and they hate that