The 1st Lady - Eric Bellinger

Some niggas don’t wanna hold hands

Some niggas don’t want no one to know

Some don’t wanna claim to be your man

Some would rather keep it on the low

But with a face like that, and a body like that

And a smile like that, with an ass so fat

Beauty like that with some brains to match

Why wouldn’t I wanna tell the world about you, about you, about you?

Why wouldn’t I wanna tell the world about you, about you, about you?

Why wouldn’t I wanna tell the world about what I got at the crib holding me

down,

Having my back when no one is around?

Baby girl, you’re my queen.

Come get your crown

All I wanna do is tell the world:

That’s my baby!

Something like the same way Jay be repping for Beyoncé

That’s my baby!

Something like the same way Barack be repping for Michelle though

You’re my girl though.

I’m 'a tell the world though

This love is presidential

You’re my first lady!

My first lady!

Baby, you’re my number one

I don’t put you second to none

Girl, I worship the rain

That waters the grass

That grows on the ground you walk on

Baby, you’re my number one

I don’t put you second to none

You make me so ashamed of the girls in my past (and)

Why wouldn’t I wanna tell the world about you, about you, about you?

Why wouldn’t I wanna tell the world about you, about you, about you?

Why wouldn’t I wanna tell the world about what I got at the crib holding me

down,

Having my back when no one is around?

Baby girl, you’re my queen.

Come get your crown

All I wanna do is tell the world:

That’s my baby!

Something like the same way Jay be repping for Beyoncé

That’s my baby!

Something like the same way Barack be repping for Michelle though

You’re my girl though.

I’m 'a tell the world though

This love is presidential

You’re my first lady!

My first lady!