Lyrics Fabolous – Into You
Text:
Babygirl
I’ll really like
Desert Storm
I can’t really explain it
I wanna be more than a friend of you now
When they aks, I mention my babygirl in the interviews now
And I don’t bring the problems from the nineties into two thou’
There’s no reason to have a friend or two now
‘Cause the kid’s ready to tell you how he feel in a few vows
Maybe I’m speaking general now
But girl I’mma do whatever just to keep a grin on you now
Where I go, they wear bikinis in the winter too now
What you think about tan lines on the skin of you now?
Why wouldn’t I wanna spend a few thou’
On Fifth Ave, shopping sprees and them dinners at Chow
I ain’t concerned with other men with you now
As long as when I slide up in you, you growl
And any dude with you, he better be a kin of you now
And I ain’t jealous, it’s the principle now
I’m so into you
I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you
I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you
Come on ma
It’s more than a flashing
I would’ve traded it all in orderly fashion
Just off the shore so you can hear when water be splashing
The drop top three and a quarter we dashing
The flawless diamonds and the border we flashing
The money we ought to be stashing
I make sure every quarter be cashed in
I can’t really explain it
My friends be thinking I’m slipping
These girls be thinking I’m tripping
What kind of weed he be smoking
What type of drinks you be sipping
Sweet thing just to think of you dipping
Would have me with the blue so hard
You would think I was cripping
Now you relaxing in the Benz
Credit cards with no limits
So you don’t worry about maxing when you spend
Ever since you’ve been aksing about the friends
How’d you like it if both our names had «Jackson» on the ends
I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you
I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you
I don’t wanna trip, but truth is
Girl the way you cook a steak
Remind me of the strips in Ruth Chris
You love my smile, no matter how chipped my tooth is
With you it ain’t because my whips is roofless
Or sit on chrome, dipped dub deuces
And you ain’t flattered by Canary envy es dipped Jesus
Other ballers look dumb when they press you
Five and sixes, you don’t let them kinda numbers impress you
Even though I was somewhat successful
Being a player was becoming too stressful
But ever since the superwoman has come to my rescue
My winter’s been wonderful, my summer’s been special
Let’s fly to Saint Bart while the villa be painted
Just so we can get really acquainted
The love is real, there’s no way you can feel like it’s tainted
But I can’t really explain it, yeah
I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you
I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you
I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you
I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you
Oh, no no no no no
Oh no no
So many
