SOMETHING SWEET - Ade, Fatman Scoop

What could be sweeter than you?

Yes

Money, you killed this one

Don’t get much better than you, babe

Sweeter than you?

Yeah (Let's go)

You build me up, you break me down

You took my heart, you take the crown

You free my soul, you free my mind

I’ll do what it takes to make you mine

I’ll take my time and take you slow

You could take me high then take me low

Let’s just do us, don’t need the rules, girl

What could be (Hey, hey, hey)

Sweeter than you?

I’m optimistic, got no pot to piss in

You and me, I see it got the vision

You, your crew, and mine, the way we losin'

Lose, your dude, decide, and then we cruisin'

If it’s not for you, then let me know

Side or ex, you neck-and-neck to no one

More than good enough, don’t need to prove

Girl, who could be (Sweeter than you?)

You’re mine, bet it, time, get it

I said it, God let it

Thigh fetish, walk mean

How you fit that up in them jeans?

How you got me losing my cool?

On your line, I’m breaking my rules

Do my dance, she doin' her groove

On the 'Gram we look (Sweeter than you)

Hands in the air, get your ass on the floor

Get your back off the wall, girl, you need to get low

Hands in the air, get your ass on the floor

Get your back off the wall, girl

What could be sweeter than you?

(Let's go)

Now, nothing could compare to you

I wish I had a pair of you

My head high, but you keep me grounded

Need a parachute and a pair of shoes

I do the math, it’s clear to see

That me plus you infinity

There’s nothing else that’s equal to 'cause

(What could be sweeter than you?)

You got my heart, you finally cracked the code

You keep me callin', crawlin' back for more

I know you think for all of that before

For you I’d hurt my wallet at the store

Please give me your heart, not attitude ('Tude)

Let’s do brunch tomorrow afternoon ('Noon)

There’s no one before or after you ('Cause could be sweeter than you?)

It’s a Friday night and my folks ain’t hit me back (Oh)

We been talkin' for a minute, girl, I’m hopin' that this track

Make you my girlfriend (My girl), I really like you

I’m talking 'bout forever, that means tonight too

(What could be sweeter than you?)

Now there’s some ladies in this bitch

See my baby in this bitch (That's my baby)

All my fellas in this bitch

Don’t get jealous in this bitch (There's some wives here)

There’s some wives in this bitch

There’s some thots in this bitch (Woah)

Don’t call the cops in this bitch

It don’t stop in this bitch (Sweeter than you)

Hands in the air, get your ass on the floor (Hands in the air)

Get your back off the wall, girl, you need to get low

Hands in the air, get your ass on the floor (I see you)

Get your back off the wall, girl (Don't stop in this, clap your hands), yeah

Hands in the air, get your ass on the floor (Put your hands on the wall)

Get your back off the wall (Back on the wall), girl, you need to get low (Get

low)

Hands in the air, get your ass on the floor

Get your back off the wall, girl, you need to get low (Get low now)

There’s some ladies in this bitch

See my baby in this bitch (My baby)

All my fellas in this bitch

Don’t get jealous in this bitch (Don't get jealous)

Hands in the air, get your ass on the floor

Get your back off the wall, girl, you need to get low