In the Air

You wanna be my girl?
I think you wanna be my girl Why you wanna be my girl?
You say you wanna be my girl First you gotta know Is you 'bout it?
First you gotta know (yeah) Can you bring it out?
First you gotta know (yeah) Can you hang with your boy?
Can you be my girl?
First you gotta know You wanna be my Lil Angelina Make me your Brad Pitt Mr and Miss Smith Tokyo and then Paris Neck and fist full of carats Used to worry but don't care about Now she wanna get tat Call when I'm on the road When I'm home I'm lettin' you have it Give you space cuz I'm grown What's going on ain't no marriage Every city I'm known Plus my bank above average So I can't get mad if ... You wanna be my girl?
I think you wanna be my girl Why you wanna be my girl?
You say you wanna be my girl First you gotta know Is you 'bout it?
First you gotta know (yeah) Can you bring it out?
First you gotta know (yeah) Can you hang with your boy?
Can you be my girl?
First you gotta know It ain't no secret, (got what) I'm the Prince where I'm from She want be my Ms.

Pinkett (but) Your girls don't think I'm the one On the road to freak with Groupies jockin' them major Swear world but these freaks in I'm just getting this paper Stuntin' when they in your face On the low y'all haters Wishing they was in your place Trips we're going all paid for Everything become taylored Fastlane ain't no slow mo'e Feelin like I'm already your man so... You wanna be my girl?
I think you wanna be my girl Why you wanna be my girl?
You say you wanna be my girl First you gotta know Is you 'bout it?
First you gotta know (yeah) Can you bring it out?
First you gotta know (yeah) Can you hang with your boy?
Can you be my girl?
First you gotta know



Credits
Writer(s): Composer Unknown, Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Kenneth Edward Pratt
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