Tampa (feat. The Dream) lyrics

This is where your man should be Instead of worrying 'bout me This is where your man should be 'Stead of worrying 'bout me I'm talking that shit right now She flying in right now Taking off her shit right now She just pulled up and it's 'bout to go down And she looking so thick right now And nigga got 50 rooms in this house Ain't no place she'd rather be, up in the in-law suite Tearing the canopy down, down, down She don't wanna be alone tonight She don't wanna be at home tonight All up in my phone, loving my tone, looking for advice Trying hard to justify Shawty tryna be grown tonight You got me feeling wrong tonight (sike) Givenchy's in the air Man, this shit ain't fair Got Balenciaga, boy, I got her falling out the air (wait now) Pause that shit right there Put that rose gold on ice Turn around, babe and press play Come buss that shit down, down, down This is where your man should be 'Stead of worrying 'bout me This is where your man should be 'Stead of worrying 'bout me She ain't lookin' for ya, ain't trippin' for ya We bumping, we grinding Understood the assignment She, ooh, like violins Body all over these diamonds Handle yo business Nigga where yo' whip at? Two tone, double R, red cups, we up in that You in my comments Talking all kinda nonsense (uh-huh) She from Tampa She brought candles And I got manners Came twice, went back home, now she tryna make that move to Atlanta She met nana She said: This is random But what's a Phantom? (skrrt, skrrt!) What you want, you got it Let's get the party started She ain't never had Chanel like this She ain't never heard Pharrell like this She don't wanna be alone tonight She don't wanna be at home tonight (don't wanna be) All over my phone, loving my tone, looking for advice Trying hard to justify (justify) Shawty tryna be grown tonight You got me feeling wrong tonight (sike) Givenchy's in the air Boy, this shit ain't fair Got Balenciaga, boy, I got her floating through the air Now pause that shit right there Louis XIII on ice Turn around, babe and press play Now buss that shit down, down, down This is where your man should be (this is where your man should be) 'Stead of worrying 'bout me 'Stead of worrying 'bout me, yeah This is where your man should be (this is where your man) 'Stead of worrying 'bout me 'Stead of worrying about me This is where your man should be (this is where your man should be) 'Stead of worrying 'bout me This is where your man should be 'Stead of worrying 'bout me You better call her (call her) Hit that Find Me on the app (sharing locations) I can't promise she'll call back But we both now where she at (damn, nigga) Know you can save all that running shit for your own album, right?