| Ain’t the type to let you tell her what she needs | 
| Ain’t gon' sit or stand around | 
| I laid them all, I leave 'em sick mamacita on me | 
| One touch is never allowed | 
| She said «What you want, what you want, what you want, what you want, | 
| what you want, what you want, what you want» | 
| «What you want, what you want, what you want, what you want, what you want, | 
| what you want, what you want» | 
| Ooooh | 
| Ooooh | 
| Where you goin? | 
| Where you goin? | 
| Where you goin? | 
| Eyoo, Eyoo, Eyoo, Eyoo, Eyoo | 
| I need a winning woman, a wonder woman | 
| A Gal Gadot, sophisticated and hot | 
| She knowin' what she doing like the music here | 
| When she step on the scene she could light up the block, ugh | 
| Sittin' all, took her, make her awesome | 
| Simple hearts | 
| Had too many women I know | 
| Who could look at your soul, just by looking at you | 
| I heard she got these niggas falling at her feet | 
| She kneels to no one with her golden crown | 
| You’d be the one play ball | 
| You’d be the one play ball | 
| Have mercy on me, put some magic on me | 
| Be my guide in the dark, ugh | 
| Have mercy on me, put some magic on me | 
| Be my guide in the dark, guide in the dark | 
| Ooooh | 
| Ooooh | 
| Where you goin'? | 
| Where you goin'? | 
| Where you goin'? | 
| Eyoo, Eyoo, Eyoo, Eyoo, Eyoo | 
| So when did we become, so sophisticated and smart | 
| And trying so hard, that we forget that we were animals | 
| But never her, I never heard a creature make such sounds | 
| It never would occur to people her up-downs | 
| Convertible would murder evil, pup pup hounds | 
| Just been dogging her | 
| Courtesy and real love found, just been dodging her | 
| Mr. man, misogyny hands, been massaging her | 
| If she ran and blew up her town, shit I would pardon her | 
| Put a part in her scalp, scratch her dandruff | 
| Put her heart in your hand, she threw a tantrum | 
| Better let her get that shit off, bug repellent | 
| Hear they’ve been telling her nah since forever | 
| Hear some Melvin and Bluenotes is all she know | 
| Murder, murder, murder | 
| My murder is all she wrote | 
| Perverted, she prefer to be hurted, claw her throat | 
| All the dirty verdicts, she learns watching soaps | 
| Yeah | 
| Ooooh | 
| Ooooh | 
| Where you goin? | 
| Where you goin? | 
| Where you goin? | 
| Semi-automatic with the passion when we making love | 
| Never made it to the bed, sexing on the living room floor | 
| Now she on the warpath, homie probably busted you and pissed her off | 
| Got this woman on the prowl, on the hunt she gon' eat them all | 
| And she know what she looking for, know what she looking for | 
| She said she got herself some Louboutins, got her self some Louboutins | 
| Not indecisive, indecisive at all | 
| She know what she looking for | 
| Got herself some Louboutins | 
| Ooooh | 
| Ooooh | 
| Where you goin? | 
| Where you goin? | 
| Where you goin? |