Goodies - Ciara, Petey Pablo

My goodies, my goodies, my goodies

Not my goodies

I got a sick reputation for handlin' broads

All I need is me a few seconds or more

And in my rap

Tell valet to bring my 'Lac

And I ain’t comin' back

So you can put a car right there

I’m the truth

I ain’t got nothin' to prove

And you can ask anybody

Cause they seen me do it

Barracades, I run right through 'em

I’m used to 'em

Throw all the dirt you want, it’s no use

You still won’t have a pinup in a fabulous room

On her back, pickin' out baskets of fruit

(I love you, boo)

Yeah, Freaky Petey loves you too

Ha, ha

You know how I do

You may look at me and think that I’m

Just a young girl

But I’m not just a young girl

Baby this is what I’m lookin' for

Sexy, independent, down-to-spend-it

Type that’s gettin' his dough

I’m not bein' too dramatic

That’s the way I gotta have it

I bet you want the goodies

Bet you thought about it

Got you all hot and bothered

Maybe cause I talk about it

If you’re lookin' for the goodies

Keep on lookin', cause they stay in the jar

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, yeah

Just because you drive a Benz

I’m not goin' home with you

You won’t get no nookie or the cookies

I’m no rookie

And still I’m sexy, independent

I ain’t wit' it, so you already know

I’m not bein' too dramatic

That’s the way I gotta have it

You think you’re slick

Tryn’a hit

But I’m not dumb

I’m not bein' too dramatic

It’s just how I gotta have it

I bet you want the goodies

Bet you thought about it

Got you all hot and bothered

Maybe cause I talk about it

If you’re lookin' for the goodies

Keep on lookin', cause they stay in the jar

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, yeah

So damn hot, but so young

Still got milk on ya tongue

Slow down lil' one

And you ain’t got it all

Hey shorty

You think you bad, but you ain’t bad

I’ll show you what bad is

Bad is when you capable of beatin' the bag

I been workin' at it since I came to this planet

And I ain’t quite there yet, but I’m gettin' better at it

Matter of fact

Lemme tell it to you one mo' 'gain

All I got to do is tell a girl who I am (Petey)

Ain’t ne’er chick in here that I can’t have

Bada boom bada bam da bam

You’re insinuating that I’m hot

But these goodies boy, are not

Just for any of the many men

That’s tryn’a get on top

No, you can’t call me later

And I don’t want your number

I’m not changin' stories

Just respect the play I’m callin'

I bet you want the goodies

Bet you thought about it

Got you all hot and bothered

Maybe cause I talk about it

If you’re lookin' for the goodies

Keep on lookin', cause they stay in the jar

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, yeah

I bet you want the goodies

Bet you thought about it

Got you all hot and bothered

Maybe cause I talk about it

If you’re lookin' for the goodies

Keep on lookin', cause they stay in the jar

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, yeah

Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, uh, uh