You Got Nothing On Me - Loving Caliber, Nikki Holguin

Everytime I’m going out

The same things keep happening

New boy, same tricks

You’re coming closer to me now

Trying to be smooth

So here we go again, here we go again

You’re trying to buy me drinks

And I don’t like your cheap tricks

Take it somewhere else would ya, would ya

I don’t know what you think

But I’m not one of those chicks

Take it somewhere else would ya, would ya

(You got nothing on me, on me)

(You got nothing on me, on me)

(You got nothing on me, on me)

(Hey!)

I know that I’m looking like a movie star

You try to pick me up in your new sports car

(Hey!)

I think it’s called a Jaguar

I don’t give a damn, ain’t got money on my mind

(Hey!)

I can see you want me bad

But your petty moves kind of make me sad

(Hey!)

Oh boy you must be mad

You got nothing on me ‘cause I look too hot

(Hey!)

Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

You got nothing on me ‘cause I look too hot

(Hey!)

Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

You got nothing on me ‘cause I look too hot

You’re trying to impress me

But I don’t care

About your rolex or your credit card

Rolex or your credit card

But still you won’t quit

Trying to be cool

So here we go again, here we go again

(You got nothing on me, on me)

(You got nothing on me, on me)

(You got nothing on me, on me)

(Hey!)

I know that I’m looking like a movie star

You try to pick me up in your new sports car

(Hey!)

I think it’s called a Jaguar

I don’t give a damn, ain’t got money on my mind

(Hey!)

I can see you want me bad

But your petty moves kind of make me sad

(Hey!)

Oh boy you must be mad

You got nothing on me ‘cause I look too hot

(Hey!)

Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

You got nothing on me ‘cause I look too hot

(Hey!)

Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

You got nothing on me ‘cause I look too hot

You’re trying to buy me drinks

And I don’t like your cheap tricks

Take it somewhere else would ya, would ya

I don’t know what you think

But I’m not one of those chicks

Take it somewhere else would ya, would ya

(Hey!)

I know that I’m looking like a movie star

You try to pick me up in your new sports car

(Hey!)

I think it’s called a Jaguar

I don’t give a damn, ain’t got money on my mind

(Hey!)

I can see you want me bad

But your petty moves kind of make me sad

(Hey!)

Oh boy you must be mad

You got nothing on me ‘cause I look too hot

(Hey!)

Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

You got nothing on me ‘cause I look too hot

(Hey!)

Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

You got nothing on me ‘cause I look too hot