Girl, your man a give you burn, but a pussy dey no better than a yearn
Fuck back one off your old boyfriend and call it burn fi burn
Put on the hipster jeans, wear your oven and your wine, then you wiggle and turn
Battle with your old boyfriend, make him see and then call it burn fi burn
Girl, when in a dark house, come out in a light
Him a give you gun and you a maintain the hype
A throw away some gal inna di club every night
Wake dem up with your smirnoff eyes
Girl, you no fi worry fi me no hand a tie
Reminisce pon di walk where you came last night
Boy, you fling it up, you never run from di fight