Beat It Lyrics

I feel like Michael Jackson told her she can beat it!

Real bag spender I be sleeping up in Neimans

Act bad summer if she act up then I'm leaving

Yea If she act up then I'm leaving gone

I don't need a girl I just need a loyal woman

I don't need friends I just need my brothers rollin

I don't need the fame cause I know my time is coming

She played like a lame now she can't get nothing from me

I'm balling like I'm dame shoot my shot you know it's all cash

She start acting funny end of summer I'm a fall back

Treat me with respect Amanda Bynes I think I'm all that

She gave me her number I aint talkin bout no jersey swap

Want me pull up on here like a red light & a dirty cop

Youngest in charge but they treat me like I'm 35

I told her I'm done but I'm lying cause I'm really not

Married to the cash you can't have me want me tie the knot

I feel like Michael Jackson told her she can beat it!

Real bag spender I be sleeping up in Neimans

Act bad summer if she act up then I'm leaving

Yea If she act up then I'm leaving gone

I feel like Michael Jackson told her she can beat it!

Real bag spender I be sleeping up in Neimans

Act bad summer if she act up then I'm leaving

Yea If she act up then I'm leaving gone