[Chorus]

I know you want it, want it, want it, want it

I know you feel it, feel it, feel it, feel it

Now we can go some place

Take me from Chicago

To Spain

[Verse]

This that Hair getting long music

Vacay just to see the palms music 

She like Mercedes Meech, can you

See us past the parking lot

Dreams real big, can they really fill a parking spot

Really good at rapping, only cause a nigga talk a lot

See ya fronting 8 miles away like ya Poppa Doc

She like boy where ya pension, 401ks be the mission

You thinking Pompey, that's an issue

Sallie Mae want that tuition, 

Internships a help ya with it

BUT!

That ain't really in the plans baby. 

I need them Costa Rica sands baby, 

Money from the live shows and the band baby

It a pay, plus the frequent flyer miles, 

A have us walking down the aisles, while we all out in Spain baby

[Chorus] x3