Transcript (en)

If it ain't good for them, run it for the hills Only want you for the thrills Come on fast, it won't last Boy, you need to ch-ch-chill Ch-ch-chill Come on fast, it won't last Boy, you need to ch-ch-chill Sly, I don't wanna ruin your night I'm like black, I-I-I Might lose control of your life I'm the storm, they want you about Category four of the rule When you going down, got you wanting more, you better chill Him in my face, just call me Mona Lisa Mean what I say, boy, I ain't gonna tease ya Blame it on the luck I'm on, yeah, yeah Get what I want and I'm gone, yeah, yeah Ain't coming back, I should want ya But I'm so cold, I give you chill, chill, chill