All black jacket I feel like a greaser I seen yo pockets they lookin anemic Born from the ashes I feel like a phoenix These bitches fuck 'round fall in love with the kid then I hit up my lawyer and serve a subpoena Huh, chea Huh, chea Huh, chea Huh, chea Huh, chea Make 'em run fast give 'em spots like a cheetah Turn that boy Swiss I'm not talkin' Geneva Baby I love you, yeah Baby I need you, yeah Tats on my body she askin' the meaning Talkin' my shit left that boy in his feelings I remember when they charged me for feature I saw my opps and I grabbed 'em a seat They should be used to watchin' from the bleachers Huh, chea Huh, chea Huh, chea, chea, chea What I gotta do to get at your lovin' What I gotta do to get at your lovin' What I gotta do to get at your lovin' What I gotta do to get at your Lovin' Sweetest thing I ever known Call me on my telephone, baby 2am I'm on my way to you Just tell me what I gotta do baby Chea Just tell me what I gotta do Just tell me what I gotta do Just tell me what I gotta do Just tell me what I gotta do I guess I'll never, ever know