Verse 1
Michael Kors gear on and Valentino, Yve St. Laurent,
Platforms, Malandrino, full length sable way down to the carpet
Look good on a mannequin, but waiting until I rock it
I got you looking at me wanna pat me like the police,
The FBNY can't put out the fire on me
I got what you want and what you need is all in me
I'm a grown woman baby can't you see

Chorus
Keep calling me, calling me, calling me baby (repeat)

Tell your sister that you're in love with a grown woman
Tell your brother that you're in love with a grown woman
Tell your daddy that you're in love with a grown woman
Tell your momma that you're in love with a grown woman

Verse 2
I wear these 7 jeans, but baby they don't wear me
I keep it covered up cuz I'm a lady
I know how to show a little sumthing, sumthing
You can't see what's under there cuz I'm a grown woman

I'm so sexy, remain a mystery
Cuz everybody always want what they can see
and what they can't have
And what they can't grab
and what they can't buy and baby that's me

Repeat Chorus