Sideline Letra

Dudes flashin their cash I tell 'em don't bother
Cuz you are now rockin wit a balla
Miss shot-calla I do's how I do's it
High class walk in my Jimmy Choo shoes-es
I move how I moves it I gotta U-Haul it
Dudes tryinna choose me they gotta be bossin

[verse 1: Elizabeth]
I got first dibs on him standin by the wall
Lookin like T.I., who's that?
All I know is I can't stop checkin him
I need to calm down and relax
I'm lookin sexy and I know it knockin out fly ballaz
Hair done, nails toes all match
I should move a little closer maybe tap him on the shoulder
Gotta make my move real fast

[Chorus: both]
He's on the sideline girl and I'm checkin him
I'mma holla in a minute, see if he got a friend
And i'mma keep my game tight show him I got it
And I'mma spit that real talk, believe it
He's on the sideline girl and I'm checkin him
I'mma holla in a minute, see if he got a friend
And I'mma keep my game tight show him I got it
And I'mma spit that real talk, believe it