Baby Esther

She's a cabaret queen they can't touch her People spot her from a long way And she knows how to keep 'em hanging on She sing they favoirte song Like that's my favorite song (ooh, that's my song) She's no caricature They grab her by the shoulders She tell 'em to hold up She don't fuck a round Ooh, she keep them coming Ooh, she keep me coming Tastes like gold I just can't get enough (I just can't get enough) Can't say no She keep me coming, ooh She keep me running, ooh Ooh, nanana She keep me coming, ooh I'm watching every episode I'm in the crowd under a shroud of smoke I'm barely holding on 'til that after show Tryna get that private show Guess you can say I'm jonesing For a girl named Baby Jones And they all take a piece Tryna squeeze make it fit All these niggas making copies Tryna plagiarize a bitch Gimme all-day blues 'Cause she focused on the green Hope she coming home with me I need more of it 'Cause it Tastes like gold I just can't get enough (I just can't get enough) Can't say no She keep me coming, ooh She keep me running, ooh Ooh, nanana (Ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah) (Ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah) (Ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah) (Ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah) That bitch clean She mean, she the baddest That one a fiend, see the gleam tryna grab it Tryna come up on it 'Cause she know she never had it I'm just out here waiting hoping That you make it back intact