You Got Nothing on Me

(альбом: Fire Line - 2017)

Every time I'm going out
The same things keep happening
New boy, same tricks
Come close till now
Trying to be smooth, so here we go again
Here we go again

You're trying to buy me drinks, and
I don't want your cheap tricks
Take it somewhere else, would you? Would you?
I don't know what you're thinking
Not one of those tricks
Take it somewhere else, would you? Would you?

(You got nothing on me, on me)
(You got nothing on me, on me)
(You got nothing on me, on me)

I know that I'm looking like a movie star
You're tryna pick me up in your new sports car
I think it's called the Jaguar
I don't give a damn, ain't got money on my mind
I can see you want me bad
But your petty moves kinda make me sad
Oh, boy, you must be mad
You got nothing on me, 'cause I look too hot

Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
You got nothing on me, 'cause I look too hot
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
You got nothing on me, 'cause I look too hot

Trying to impress me
But I don't care about your Rolex or your credit card
(Rolex or your credit card)
Still you won't quit
Trying to be cool, so here we go again
Here we go again, 'gain, gaing

You got nothing on me, on me
You got nothing on me, on me
You got nothing on me, on me

I know that I'm looking like a movie star
You're tryna pick me up in your new sports car
I think it's called the Jaguar
I don't give a damn, ain't got money on my mind
I can see you want me bad
But your petty moves kinda make me sad
Oh, boy, you must be mad
You got nothing on me, 'cause I look too hot

Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
You got nothing on me, 'cause I look too hot
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
You got nothing on me, 'cause I look too hot

You're trying to buy me drinks, and
I don't want your cheap tricks
Take it somewhere else, would you? Would you?
I don't know what you're thinking
But I'm not one of those chicks
Take it somewhere else, would you? Would you?

I know that I'm looking like a movie star
You're tryna pick me up in your new sports car
I think it's called the Jaguar
I don't give a damn, ain't got money on my mind
I can see you want me bad
But your petty moves kinda make me sad
Oh, boy, you must be mad
You got nothing on me, 'cause I look too hot

Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
You got nothing on me, 'cause I look too hot
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
You got nothing on me, 'cause I look too hot