[Verse 1: Packy]
Yeah
Tight jeans, she makes sure them things go with them Nike's
Wifey? Unlikely, but I date the girl if it's nightly
I'm saying no, she got assets
Old school, like cassettes
Favorite rapper, that's Big L
She independent, she cash checks and I'm 'bout that
Other girls droolin' over that body
She a schoolgirl but weekend she let loose and get naughty
Don't tell her what to do, don't tell her what to do
She a bad bitch with a cute smile that come with a attitude

[Chorus: Polyester the Saint]
I know what you just want, want, want
I know what you just wanna do, do
I know you love it all combo, combo, combo
The way that I move, I move, I move
What you want is running from me
But you're trying to hold back
Now you wanna play
Let (let), let go
Let (let), let go
Let, let, let go

[Verse 2: Packy]
Chanelle bag, she make sure that thing go with her J's
Promoted but, she make sure that thing go with a raise
For real though, she got it, way she carry that is hypnotic
She a big drinker and light smoker but act like she blow chronical
Walkin' 'round with them headphones
2Pac and Nasir Jones
Illmatic, bought that shit, '03 and still has it
Damn, ain't she could though, damn ain't she cold
Got them boys changin' that schedule everytime that she enroll
Like whoa
[Chorus: Polyester the Saint]
I know what you just want, want, want
I know what you just wanna do, do
I know you love it all combo, combo, combo
The way that I move, I move, I move
What you want is running from me
But you're trying to hold back
Now you wanna play
Let (let), let go
Let (let), let go
Let, let, let go

[Verse 3: Packy]
That girl, she could really have a lot of fun with a dude like me
In the rap game when I hit 19
Youngblood, but all my girls had I.D
I know how to speak that lingo
She don't want a boyfriend, she wanna be single with a boy Ben
If it goes any further, she'll be killing that shit like murder
She the type that don't want no man
She the type that don't want romance
She the type wanna twerk when they slow dance
But when it's time to go, she want to hold hands
Gotta know that, she don't really wanna explain
She don't really wanna play no ex-game
She don't really wanna talk about that past
Really she compare 'em all to her last
[Chorus: Polyester the Saint]
I know what you just want, want, want
I know what you just wanna do, do
I know you love it all combo, combo, combo
The way that I move, I move, I move
What you want is running from me
But you're trying to hold back
Now you wanna play
Let (let), let go
Let (let), let go
Let, let, let go