With a dozen roses, such would astound you   The joy of children laughing around you   These are the makings of you   It is true, the makings of you      Boy, you remind me, remind me of my Gucci shoes   Every time you walk past, all the girls be lookin' at you   You got style just like a Bentley Coupe   And I be losin' my mind every time I get next to you      I think I'm fallin' in love with you   Baby, caught up in somethin' that's movin' so fast   Never been with nobody else   You and I tighter than the jeans on my ass      You remind me of this thing   Somethin' like R. Kelly singin' 'bout a jeep   Boy, you're everythin' to me   And you're my, you're my, you're my property      Boy, you remind me, remind me of the ice on my rings   Boys, you remind me of this   These are the makings of you   It is true, these are the makings of you      You remind me of the very first time   You remind me of the time we made love   Just like the 25th day of Christmas   Waitin' for Santa Claus to show up      You got a heart of gold, baby, you should know   Baby, you remind me of so much   And baby, you always stay on my mind   You're just like my rims, you shine      Boy, you remind me of 26's on my car   Complete spinnin' around, lookin' like a superstar   Boy, you remind me of how our life's supposed to be   This is what you remind me   And you're my, you're my property      Lookin' at you look at another   Baby, I don't need another brother   Satisfy my mind to the fullest of my body   There's no pressure, baby      And now I keep it so real   And I can't help it, you got that whip appeal   What's the deal? Tell me how you feel   Could it be me, me? [incomprehensible]      You like the ice on my wrist, it's like kick on my hip   Mac on my lips, armor oil on my whip   Butter on my shrimp, I'm the Gladys, you the Pip   I keep my hair flip, the way you like to see me strip      Keep a money clip, you remind me of a tip   Like a pair of jeans from Abercrombie when they rip   Like a glass of wine every time I take a sip   It's you   (You, you, you, you, you, you)      Boy, you remind me, remind me of my Gucci shoes   Every time you walk past, all the girls be lookin' at you   You got style just like a Bentley Coupe   And I be losin' my mind every time I get next to you      With a dozen roses, such would astound you   The joy of children laughing around you   These are the makings of you   These, these are   (It is true, the makings of you, you)