Spain

[Chorus]
I know you want it, want it, want it, want it
I know you feel it, feel it, feel it, feel it
Now we can go some place
Take me from Chicago
To Spain

[Verse]

This that Hair getting long music
Vacay just to see the palms music
She like Mercedes Meech, can you
See us past the parking lot
Dreams real big, can they really fill a parking spot
Really good at rapping, only cause a nigga talk a lot
See ya fronting 8 miles away like ya Poppa Doc
She like boy where ya pension, 401ks be the mission
You thinking Pompey, that's an issue
Sallie Mae want that tuition,
Internships a help ya with it
BUT!
That ain't really in the plans baby.
I need them Costa Rica sands baby,
Money from the live shows and the band baby
It a pay, plus the frequent flyer miles,
A have us walking down the aisles, while we all out in Spain baby

[Chorus] x3