Fan - Barton

Oh, no

Yeah

Never stress

Shawty seen me on the screen, now she obsessed

I ain’t never been the one to second guess her, nah

I get nines or better, never nothin' lesser, nah, oh

Get up and run up a check, ooh-woah

Tell me you wanted the best, come on

Movin' to the bed, ooh-woah

I didn’t expect the pussy bein' so bomb

Two, three, four rounds ain’t enough, ooh-woah

One more round, I’ll fall in love

Tell me you a fan, baby, you make me a fan of you

You deserve awards for the special little things you do

Baby girl, you know you puttin' on a show, yeah, yeah

Not an actor, but I swear she play her role, yeah, yeah

That’s why every time we, ah, baby, you make me a fan of you (Ooh, oh, oh)

All quiet on set

Wanna love hi-def

I see the look on your face

But you ain’t seen nothin' yet

I’m in my bag, finna break your back

When you do it like that, need an autograph, yeah

It’s what’s inside of your head, not what we do in the bed

I got a lot on my line, rather be with you instead

Every time that we kiss, baby, you’re taking my breath

Make me say no, no, no, no, no

Two, three, four rounds ain’t enough, oh

One more round, I’ll fall in love (Ooh)

Tell me you a fan, baby, you make me a fan of you

You deserve awards for the special little things you do

Baby girl, you know you puttin' on a show, yeah, yeah

Not an actor, but I swear she play her role, yeah, yeah

That’s why every time we, ah, baby, you make me a fan of you (Ooh, oh, oh)

I’m a fan, I’m a fan, I’m a fan of you

Take a chance, take a fall, take a stand for you

Beautiful to the soul, I’m in awe

Another round, 'nother round of applause