You will be mine
Even if you're somebody else's
Girl, not for long, girl, not for long
'Cause I'm your type
Girl, you've got the wrong impression
Girl, not for long, girl, not for long

Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow
Maybe at the club, maybe at the bar
I wanna show you off like a trophy car (whip it)
'Cause anything is better than nothing at all

Nothing at all, nothing on you
I just wanna show you a table for two
All you did was go on a date with a dude
You know he don't fit, he ain't tailored for you

You just on a boy 'cause he sold a brick
Has he ever wrote a hit on some poet shit?
That's who you chillin' on the sofa with?
I ain't trippin', in a minute it'll be over with, aye

You will be mine
Even if you're somebody else's
Girl, not for long, girl, not for long
'Cause I'm your type
Girl, you've got the wrong impression
Girl, not for long, girl, not for long