Italiana

Mangiare, oh

Cenare, oh

I got brown eyes and thick thighs n shit

Got his eyes on the prize, I'm plus-size and fit

I'm from the boot and I take pride in it

I'm Italiana, baby, so don't try no shit

Let me break it down the best that I can

I need that rich sauce I don't need a rich man

Need him sweating over them hot pots and those pans

If he even want a chance, if he want that romance

I'd come home to nonna every afternoon

She said, "Amore the way to your cuore is to"

Shut up and give me pasta

Gnocchi gnocchi lasagna

Boy cook it faster

Stop tryna work me out

'Cause it ain't working out

Aiaiaiaiai!

Shut up and give me pasta

Penne penne lasagna

Side of focaccia

Stop tryna work me out

You know what I'm about

Aiaiaiaiai!

'Cause I'm Italiana, there's no other way to calm me down

I'm a crazy bitch, can you handle it?

Talk with hand signs, off that red wine

Like my man at the house with an apron

Make me sugo, I cry when I taste it

Nothing that some eggs and flour can't fix

Then we throw some parmigiano into the mix

Whipping up some limoncello, take a sip

Yes, I talk with my hands, tell me can you handle this?

I'd come home to nonna every afternoon

She said, "Amore the way to your cuore is to"

Shut up and give me pasta

Gnocchi gnocchi lasagna

Boy cook it faster

Stop tryna work me out

'Cause it ain't working out

Aiaiaiaiai!

Shut up and give me pasta

Penne penne lasagna

Side of focaccia

Stop tryna work me out

You know what I'm about

Aiaiaiaiai!

'Cause I'm Italiana, there's no other way to calm me down

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'd come home to nonna every afternoon

She said, "Amore the way to your cuore is to"

Shut up and give me pasta

Gnocchi gnocchi lasagna

Boy cook it faster

Stop tryna work me out

'Cause it ain't working out

Aiaiaiaiai!

Shut up and give me pasta

Penne penne lasagna

Side of focaccia

Stop tryna work me out

You know what I'm about

Aiaiaiaiai!

'Cause I'm Italiana, there's no other way to calm me down