Say Mo (yeah bruh) You remember them broads on the strip out in Vegas? (Uh-huh, what about 'em?) Well I don't know if I told you or not but (hm) Lil' shawty I was in the back seat with me, you know uh (uh, Naomi) I ran into her on Rodeo Drive in L.A., and I was like
[Chorus] (She's so fly) She's outrageous, I met her out in Vegas She fresh off the pages of a magazine, I said (She's so fly) She like eye candy, I can't stop starin' I'm like goddamn, I got to have you girl, because (She's so, fly)
Look at shorty hoppin' out that Maserati In them Giuseppe Zanotti's and that bangin' ass body In them low cut Frankie B.'s with the panties peekin' out 'em With a booty that big, and her stomach rock solid On Rodeo Drive, walkin' in her Roberto Cavalli I should probably walk up to the register and say "I got it" Go and pick up what you like, it's nothin' ma, don't worry about it That bag should be carried by somebody so exotic And that dress should be worn when there's nothin' else up under Just in case I run into you I can pull up to your bumper She politely declined when I offered her my number Then I asked her what's her name, said she'd rather make me wonder So I paid and she laughed, carried out her bags outside And I couldn't get her ass, I tried As I watch her leave out the store How one man wanted shorty ass and more, for sure
Shorty bring the Cialis See my hand, got the money countin' callus Couldn't find a bigger star down in Dallas And the Pistons ain't the only one with rings in (The Palace) Do your research, tell me your analysis Take a jet and make you wonder where you land like Alice Tell me shorty ain't the baddest Tell me shorty don't deserve to walk the runway in Paris (Woo!) She deserve it all I don't do the mall, I do it by catalog La Perla panties and bras, fuck buyin' at the bar I fuck around and buy this whole club by tomorrow See, she's so nice She can get whatever she likes Don't let the price make you mad I live a Fabolous life shorty, (Throw it in the bag)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, (She's so fly) What? Ha, yeah, yeah (She's so fly to me) Look at her Uh, hoppin 'out that Rover (hey) In them Louie loafers (hey) I just wanna hold her (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Closer to me, closer to me)
Aye, we in Vegas on the strip and seein' vision and precision lookin' like a straight star With the buttons undone, showin' off her lace bra My partner in the back, 'til the smoke hop in they car Okay, broad in L.A., she say I got until tomorrow, ha So, we hopped in the land and we rolled out, yeah Walked on the end and we showed out, yeah It's the King and the One with the dough out hurr We can blow out hurr, cause she's so fly
(She's so, fly)
Writer/s: CORNELL HAYNES, LAMAR EDWARDS, CLIFFORD JOSEPH HARRIS, DARWIN CORDALE QUINN
Publisher: Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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Carla Thomas became the first woman to achieve a Top 10 hit on the Hot 100 with a song she wrote herself when "Gee Whiz (Look At His Eyes)" reached the chart's top tier in 1961. Thomas was just 16-years-old when she penned it.