[Verso 1]

            A                             Em 
You got a face like the Madonna, cryin' tears of gold 
              A                   Em 
Been pumping gas at the Texaco, road to road 
               A        Em 
You're on the run, oh, baby, yeah 
               A       Em 
You're on the run, oh, baby 
     Am                D 
I'm not a trick, but I'm a trick for you 
     Am                  D 
You gimme butterflies; heart's skipping one, two 
    Am                       D 
I know you're sick, boy, I wanna get the flu 
      C                     E 
I'm runnin' temperatures thinkin' of your love, boo 


[Refrão]

  Em  C            Em         C 
Brooklyn, move my soul like this 
  Em           C 
Kissin' my stilettos 
           Bm 
Move your mouth up to my lips 
  Em             C 
Come on over, ghetto baby 
                Bm 
(He said, "show me what you got, girl") 
  Em            C 
Come on over, ghetto baby 
           Bm 
("Drop it like it's hot, girl") 


Em C Bm 


[Verso 2]

             A                                 Em 
I know your lips say that you wanna, but your heart's a no 
               A                                   Em 
But boy, your hips say that you're gonna when you hold me, hold me 
           A      Em                     A      Em 
You're so fun, b-baby, you are too much fun, b-baby 
     Am                   D 
My local rock star, the Willy B. crew 
       Am                  D 
I'm feeling you, boy, you likin' me too 
      Am                       D 
I'm clockin' chicks left and right just to get to you 
             C 
You're out there on the grind 
     E 
Now come home to your queen, boo 


[Refrão]

  Em  C            Em         C 
Brooklyn, move my soul like this 
  Em           C 
Kissin' my stilettos 
           Bm 
Move your mouth up to my lips 
  Em             C 
Come on over, ghetto baby 
                Bm 
(He said, "show me what you got, girl") 
  Em            C 
Come on over, ghetto baby 
           Bm 
("Drop it like it's hot, girl") 


  Em  C            Em         C 
Brooklyn, move my soul like this 
  Em           C 
Kissin' my stilettos 
           Bm 
Move your mouth up to my lips 
  Em             C 
Come on over, ghetto baby 
                Bm 
(He said, "show me what you got, girl") 
  Em            C 
Come on over, ghetto baby 
           Bm 
("Drop it like it's hot, girl") 


[Ponte]

          C             D 
We're a match made in Heaven 
             C 
If they're gonna talk, let 'em 
     Em                    Bm                  C 
If they don't think we're good together, baby just forget 'em 
           A         Bm 
When he's bad, he's bad 
               C 
But when he's good, no one's better 
                E 
Cause we're a match made in Heaven 
           C 
And this kind of love's forever 


Em C Bm 


[Refrão]

  Em  C            Em         C 
Brooklyn, move my soul like this 
  Em           C 
Kissin' my stilettos 
           Bm 
Move your mouth up to my lips 
  Em             C 
Come on over, ghetto baby 
                Bm 
(He said, "show me what you got, girl") 
  Em            C 
Come on over, ghetto baby 
           Bm 
("Drop it like it's hot, girl") 

  Em  C            Em         C 
Brooklyn, move my soul like this 
  Em           C 
Kissin' my stilettos 
           Bm 
Move your mouth up to my lips 
  Em             C 
Come on over, ghetto baby 
                Bm 
(He said, "show me what you got, girl") 
  Em            C 
Come on over, ghetto baby 
           Bm 
("Drop it like it's hot, girl")