Girl Gang Feat Kelly Rowland - Ciara

Girl Gang Feat Kelly Rowland - Ciara Lyrics

My goodies, my goodies, my goodies
Not my goodies
[verse 1: Petey Pablo]
I got a sick reputation for handlin' broads
All I need is me a few seconds or more
And in my rap
Tell valet to bring my 'Lac
And I ain't comin' back
So you can put a car right there
I'm the truth
I ain't got nothin' to prove
And you can ask anybody
Cause they seen me do it
Barracades, I run right through 'em
I'm used to 'em
Throw all the dirt you want, it's no use
You still won't have a pinup in a fabulous room
On her back, pickin' out baskets of fruit
(I love you, boo)
Yeah, Freaky Petey loves you too
Ha, ha
You know how I do
[Ciara]
You may look at me and think that I'm
Just a young girl
But I'm not just a young girl
Baby this is what I'm lookin' for
Sexy, independent, down-to-spend-it type that's gettin' his dough
I'm not bein' too dramatic
That's the way I gotta have it
[chorus]
I bet you want the goodies
Bet you thought about it
Got you all hot and bothered
Maybe cause I talk about it
If you're lookin' for the goodies
Keep on lookin', cause they stay in the jar
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, yeah
[verse 2: Ciara]
Just because you drive a Benz
I'm not goin' home with you
You won't get no nookie or the cookies
I'm no rookie
And still I'm sexy, independent
I ain't wit' it, so you already know
I'm not bein' too dramatic
That's the way I gotta have it
You think you're slick
Tryn'a hit
But I'm not dumb
I'm not bein' too dramatic
It's just how I gotta have it
[chorus]
[verse 3: Petey Pablo]
So damn hot, but so young
Still got milk on ya tongue
Slow down lil' one
And you ain't got it all
Hey shorty
You think you bad, but you ain't bad
I'll show you what bad is
Bad is when you capable of beatin' the bag
I been workin' at it since I came to this planet
And I ain't quite there yet, but I'm gettin' better at it
Matter of fact
Lemme tell it to you one mo' 'gain
All I got to do is tell a girl who I am (Petey)
Ain't ne'er chick in here that I can't have
Bada boom bada bam da bam
[verse 4: Ciara]
You're insinuating that I'm hot
But these goodies boy, are not
Just for any of the many men that's tryn'a get on top
No, you can't call me later
And I don't want your number
I'm not changin' stories
Just respect the play I'm callin'
[chorus 2x]
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, uh, uh