We in the bed like ooh ooh Let's get gone Ooh I'ma take you home with me I got money in the bank Shawty what you think 'bout that Ill be in the grey cadillac I'ma buy you a drink ooh wee Walk it out (now walk it think about it, aw snap) Now rock rock

Ounces of weed Got your own If you at my table Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Uh, long days, gotta recharge to run the play Paper straight, come up with bars to get us paid Major weight make it hard for them to imitate Rolex tell the daytime and the date

Paris in the rain Anywhere with you feels like 'Cause anywhere with you feels right We don't need a fancy town Or bottles that we can't pronounce 'Cause anywhere, babe Is like Paris in the rain When I'm with you ooh ooh ooh When I'm with you ooh ooh

Rocket, yeah, satellite of love Ah ah, ooh ooh I will be your, I will be your, I'll be your (I can take you through the center of the dark) We're gonna fly (on a collision course to crash into my heart) Rocket baby, c'mon, I'll be your satellite of love

Can you help me? Tell me what you want from me Baby, help me Without you, my whole world is falling apart Life's a prison when you're in love alone I need you to come back home (ooh, girl, I love you) I don't wanna be alone (you know I need you) You know

Ooh, I'd miss you in a heartbeat Ooh, I'd miss you right away No need to worry, no need to turn away 'Cause it don't matter, anyway, baby 'Cause it ain't love, if it don't feel that way I believe that there's something deep inside That shouldn't be from

Oh, heaven must have sent your precious love Oh-oh, heaven must have sent you from above Ooh, everyday, there's something new (oh, baby) Honey, to keep me loving you (oh, honey) And with every passing minute Oh baby, so much joy wrapped up in it (sugar)

She want me, I ain't want her, ooh She want me to be her boo You so silly, don't get it confused Now turn around, drop it low, pick it up, ooh Big bank, we gettin' paid over here Broke niggas, go stand over there Fake ass hoes, go meet 'em over there

Don't I look good? Yeah, baby, baby I'ma look good, I'm just talkin' 'bout sex, yeah Ooh, that's why I'm textin' my ex, oh no I'm just talkin' 'bout sex and I'm so ready for regrets I know you remember when way back in December we was in love, yeah I

Back it up for me, back it, back it up for me Oh woah, woah woah You don't get to see my face, just drop it down You don't get to see my face, just pop it down, pop it down Ooh, yeah yeah yeah UTU, FÈRINA! Girl I'm wavy