text: Aint the type to let you tell her what she needs
  Aint gon sit or stand around
  A lethal love, I leave em sick, mamacita on me
  No, one touch is never allowed
  She said, What do you want, what do you want, what do you want?
  What do you want, what do you want, what you want, what do you want, what do you want?
  What do you want, what do you want, what do you want, what do you want, what do you want?
  What do you want, what do you...?
  Ooh, ooh
  Where you going?
  Where you going? 
  Where you going? 
  Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
  I need a winnin woman, a Wonder Woman
  A Gal Gadot, sophisticated and hot 
  She knowing what she doing, like the music here
  When she step on the scene she could light up the block 
  Sittin all, took her, make her awesome
  Civil hearts hid them whole love back in a custom
  Aint too many women, I know
  Who could look at your soul, just from lookin at you
  I heard she got these niggas fallin at her feet
  She kneels to no one with her golden crown
  Youd be the one to b-bow
  Youd be the one to b-bow
  Have mercy on me, put some magic on me
  Be my guide in the dark 
  Have mercy on me, put some magic on me
  Be my guide in the dark, guide in the dark
  Ooh, ooh
  Where you going?
  Where you going? Yeah
  Where you going?
  Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
  So when did we become so sophisticated and smart
  And tryin so hard that we forgot that we were animals?
  But never her, I never heard a creature make such sounds
  It never would occur to people her up-downs
  Convertible, would murder evil, pup-pup hounds, just been doggin her
  Courtesy and real love found, just been dodgin her
  Mr. Man, misogyny hands been massagin her
  If she ran and blew up her town, shit, I would pardon her
  Put a part in her scalp, scratch her dandruff
  Put her heart in your hand, she throw a tantrum
  Better let her get that shit off, bug repellent
  Hell, theyve been telling her Nah since forever
  Harold Melvin and some Blue Notes all she know
  Murder, murder, murder, m-murder all she wrote
  Perverted, she prefer to be hurted, claw her throat
  All the dirty verdicts she learned watchin soaps, yeah
  Ooh, ooh
  Where you going?
  Where you going? 
  Where you going?
  Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
  Semi-automatic with the passion when we makin love
  Never made it to the bed, sexin on the living room floor
  Now she on the warpath, homie probably best that you dont piss her off
  Got this woman on the prowl, on the hunt, she gon eat em all
  And she know what she lookin for, know what she lookin for
  She said she got herself some Louboutins, got herself some Louboutins
  Not indecisive, indecisive at all
  She know what she lookin for, got her some Louboutins
  Ooh, ooh
  Where you going?
  Where you going? 
  Where you going?
  Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh