Billie Jean

Yeah, uh-huh
Woah, woah
Yeah, Billie Jean, Billie Jean
Yeah, huh, woah, uh-uh

Chicks keep coming up no matter where I go, they know how tough I am (uh-huh)
Flirty Filipinas, from Marikina even if I’m not making bank
They all line up, oh, I can’t tell them apart, they just pick me like it’s a market
They scream my name every night, those who mess with the game get burned, uh
QC feels like Vice City, said the girl, hi, I said, Hello Kitty
Bitch bye, I’m from the ghetto, so if you wanna get with me, it ain't easy
I’m busy building my empire, it’s way too early for bedtime
Gotta grow that money ten times, grow that uh, yeah
QC feels like Vice City, yeah, you know how it is with the wild ones
It’s cold when we land, they bite their lips
Yeah, they know when we perform, there’s nothing like this anywhere you look (yeah)
They’re all flirty, eager for us to get back at them
In QC, the news is hot, seeing it’s a real thrill
The chicks I’m with are sweet, licking their lips like there’s a spark
When I’m with them, the flirtation comes out (uh-huh), whatever her name is, I can’t mention
Whoever her sibling is, they’re with Jampong
Passed the crew even if they’re cocky
The girl with him is a real knockout
Every night, her clothes come off
It’s like there’s a knock at the door
(Hey, who’s got it?)