text: You might not wanna jog on this one
  Get head away for the summer
  You already hot, Im already hot
  No sweat, no Underarmor
  Louboutin Spikes or your big Nikes
  Holla back if you need a sponsor
  Yeah, aight, the Mr. Alright
  Come around with a few more commas
  Come here, girl, do what I gotta talk rospetta
  See me with lil mama, kinda make you jealous
  Yeah, be an honor, gotta say you special
  Beat her like a drummer, girl, you better be careful
  Comprende, whats a bit late
  Like Fred Rick, Ill be jet lagged
  Calling on you this moment, this instant
  What I do is just basic instincts
  You see me all over her, you want me all over you
  Soon as I get rid of her, tell me what you wanna do
  I wanna run to you, I wanna, I wanna, I
  I wanna run to you, I wanna, I wanna, I
  I wanna get you alone so we can do something wrong
  I wanna run to you, uh, uh
  Head start, you got that, shorty
  On your marks til the shots get started
  Can you love it on the rocks Bacardi?
  Relay cause the after party
  Pass the bottles like batons, get naughty
  Full speed, hurry up, put your body
  Track me thick cause Ferrari
  Meet a freak, of course Im sorry
  You aint get the memo, been made em get low
  See the finish line, lookin like, like limbo
  Yeah, we goin in all night like tempo
  Theres another bad chick make like most simple
  Miss , no beginner
  First place, tryna make you winner
  Yeah, baby, my Brenda
  Ill be waitin in the spot descender
  You see me all over her, you want me all over you
  Soon as I get rid of her, tell me what you wanna do
  I wanna run to you, I wanna, I wanna, I
  I wanna run to you, I wanna, I wanna, I
  I wanna get you alone so we can do something wrong
  I wanna run to you, uh, uh
  Yo
  We in the spot, the club is hot
  And if you wanna party rock
  Say, hell yeah 
  Nonstop, the bottles popped
  And if you want another shot
  Say, hell yeah 
  Yeah, Im gonna run to you
  So you can have a little bit of fun with Foo
  I know what you wanna do
  When I wiggle, wiggle, wiggle in my Underoos
  Got you wet, dripping like SoCo
  Never shouldve let you bounce on my pogo
  Now you wanna be my Yoko Ono
  Slow your roll, stop actin like you dont know
  Foo, Im runnin through these hoes like Drano
  But I keep it low pro cause shes my Maino 
  I got your tickets, theyre on Fandango
  Back row, no fro, Ill be eating a mango
  I wanna run to you, I wanna, I wanna, I
  I wanna run to you, I wanna, I wanna, I
  I wanna get you alone so we can do something wrong
  I wanna run to you, uh, uh
  I wanna run to you, I wanna, I wanna, I
  I wanna run to you, I wanna, I wanna, I
  I wanna get you alone so we can do something wrong
  I wanna run to you