On My Way [Main Version]

This one is freaky

This one is for the club

This one is sexy

Tamia, that's what's up

(Where you at?)

On my way

You know it's a party

In my powder blue coupe with Chanels on

You know it's a party

Whoa, oh, oh, oh

(Can't spell Tamia without the T-M)

Whoa, oh, oh, oh

You know it's a party

Tonight, I'm ready to get it on

Move a little to all my favorite songs

If you don't already know, I'm the one

But I just came out to have some fun

Seen him looking, so he made his way up to me

I was at the light, he was in back of me

He was cute, but I didn't have time to speak

I got somewhere I gotta be

On my way

You know it's a party

In my powder blue coupe with Chanels on

You know it's a party

Whoa, oh, oh, oh

(Can't spell Tamia without the T-M)

Whoa, oh, oh, oh

You know it's a party

At the spot, with my girls, guess who I see?

Same dude that was parked in back of me

He asked me if I wanted something to drink

I told him I came out so I can dance

I ain't really trynna kick it, I got a man

The DJ's on point, so move your feet

Stop talkin' me to death, your game is weak

Boy, you're really making me wanna have a seat

On my way

You know it's a party

In my powder blue coupe with Chanels on

You know it's a party

Whoa, oh, oh, oh (c'mon)

(Can't spell Tamia without the T-M)

Whoa, oh, oh, oh

You know it's a party

Who you wit'?

Trackmasters

Get on the floor

When you hear this in your speakers

If you're at the bar

Go and put your drink up

Stop posing and wake up

Don't be afraid to mess up your makeup

Let's get it on tonight

Let's get it on tonight

And move your body like

T-M, we get money all day with Red Cafe

Ayy yo, Chef Boy-izzy

From your city

I'm a bad boy, I don't even know Diddy

Tone with me, mojo with me

I fly out of town

I don't bring no clothes with me

I licky, licky on your tig ol' bitties

In my Timbs and my Dickie

How they do it out in Philly

Bada boom, bada bing, bada bang

I done had a lotta lips on my pinky ring, bling

Permanent pimp, I don't smoke no cheeba

I just chase fools like "arriba"

According to Poke, I'm a champagne flow-er

If I get up in your juice, I can make a mimosa

See my approach is nothing like a player

It's more like a coach, but we never fly coach

My Cadillacs will give you cataracts

Red Cafe, Tamia, where you at?

On my way

You know it's a party

In my powder blue coupe with Chanels on

You know it's a party

Whoa, oh, oh, oh (c'mon)

(Can't spell Tamia without the T-M)

Whoa, oh, oh, oh

You know it's a party

On my way

You know it's a party

In my powder blue coupe with Chanels on

You know it's a party

Whoa, oh, oh, oh (c'mon)