Lyrics
[Intro]
Mmm, you’re lookin’ thirsty, huh
Lip gloss heavy, eyes on us
You see him smilin’, think that’s luck
Baby, that’s work, that’s trust
[Verse 1]
Walk in, heads turn, I know
Heels click loud on the floor, let’s go
You clock his chain, his watch, his glow
But you don’t see the late nights, inside jokes
You bite your straw, tryna lock his gaze
Little slow dance in your cheap perfume haze
You think that wink means he’ll misbehave
Girl, he’s just polite, you’re just amazed
[Pre-Chorus]
[low vocal register]
You touch his arm like I’m not here
Cute little laugh by his left ear
You really think I feel that fear?
I paved this road, I drive, you hear?
[Chorus]
Back up off my baby
He ain’t lookin’ at you, he’s lookin’ at me (yeah, yeah)
I got history, chemistry, all that he needs
You just fantasy, magazine, temporary
Back up off my baby (hey)
He ain’t goin’ nowhere, he right where he should be
You can pose, you can pout, you can beg, you can plead
But he go home with me, he go home with me
[Verse 2]
You slide in DMs, send those hearts
He leaves you on read while we Netflix in the dark
Screenshot threads with your “hey” and spark
We laugh so hard we can’t even talk
You see us fight, then you load your shot
Think a little drama means your chance just got hot
But we make up quick in the parking lot
You still outside tryna find your spot
[Pre-Chorus]
[whispered vocals]
You toss your hair, you roll your hips
Practice his name on your lips
Baby, he knows every curve of my pitch
I’m the main show, you’re just a glitch
[Chorus]
Back up off my baby
He ain’t lookin’ at you, he’s lookin’ at me (uh-huh)
I got history, chemistry, all that he needs
You just fantasy, magazine, temporary
Back up off my baby (woah)
He ain’t goin’ nowhere, he right where he should be
You can pose, you can pout, you can beg, you can plead
But he go home with me, he go home with me
[Bridge]
[trumpets punch, drums drop to half-time]
You want his time?
I own his Sundays, Monday drive, late-night fries
You want his hands?
He hold my hair when I cry, high-five my plans
You want his name?
It’s on my coffee, in my phone as “best friend”
You want his heart?
Already signed, sealed, sent
[Chorus]
Back up off my baby
He ain’t lookin’ at you, he’s lookin’ at me
I got history, chemistry, all that he needs
You just fantasy, magazine, temporary
Back up off my baby
He ain’t goin’ nowhere, he right where he should be
You can pose, you can pout, you can beg, you can plead
But he go home with me, he go home with me
Style
rapsnappy rap-pop banger with female vocalsfunk-driven basslinetight drumsbright trumpetsand percussive piano stabs. verses ride a rapid-fire rap-sung hybrid with stacked ad-libs; pre-chorus pulls back to syncopated claps and teasing call-and-response. chorus explodes with layered harmoniesbrass hits on the downbeatand a contagious hook. bridge strips to drumsbassand vocal chops before a finalfull-throttle chorus.popvocalfunk
Prompt
rap-pop hybrid mix. With a lead female who’s singing with funk, sass, and layered vocal harmonizing. Fast paced song with solid drums, trumpets, and piano. About other girls trying to steal her man.
Credits
Prompt by
Chipster
ChipsterGeneratedJan 14, 2026
ModelAria v5
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