Sidewalk into a Catwalk

Yeah. She ain't even tryna brag, but the body gon' talk.

Real curves, real style, real power in her walk. When she step,

it's a scene, paparazzi gon' stalk. She the type to turn a sidewalk into a catwalk.

Yeah. Diamond on her wrist, but she shine on her own. I'm addicted to

the vibe, to the scent of her cologne. Tryna get close, but she deep in

the zone. And that attitude sharp like the blade she's known. She a fantasy wrapped

in a real life frame. Yeah. Pretty little killer with a high-end aim.

Yeah. Every time I see her I forget my name. Yeah.