Lyrics: Wesley Eugene Smith Music: Quinten John Coblentz/Wesley Eugene Smith Run up the tab like a track meet Take all the girls put the girls in the backseat Run up the tab like a track meet Take all the girls put the girls in the backseat Run up the tab like a track meet Take all the girls put the girls in the backseat Run up the tab like a track meet Take all the girls put the girls in the backseat Oh my oh my I ain’t never seen someone look so fly Pretty skin tone that caught my eye You a heavenly being when did I die? Uh Pardon me I’m just your type Don’t start with me I’m not bout hype You can garden me and I just might Grow to be everything you like That's awesomeness Can I witness your flawlessness? Need a little of your bossiness They say time is money and yo time it get costly miss You the hood girl with the brains like a scholar Good girl but you looking for a baller Need them blue strips on ya dollars Will take ya number when she ready she’ll call ya Run up the tab like a track meet Take all the girls put the girls in the backseat Backseat Backseat Backseat Run up the tab like a track meet Take all the girls put the girls in the backseat Run up the tab like a track meet Take all the girls put the girls in the backseat Run up the tab like a track meet Take all the girls put the girls in the backseat Run up the tab like a track meet Take all the girls put the girls in the backseat Run up the tab like a track meet Take all the girls put the girls in the backseat Run up the tab like a track meet Take all the girls put the girls in the backseat