Hips starts swaying when the DJ drops one She might be a mess but she's a hot one With her little jeans and white t She might rev up an old boy's heart or even stop one Putting on a show tonight, letting go tonight She might be a mess, but she's a hot

Right now, right now Just like a heatwave If our bodies touched right now? How would you feel If we'd let our guards drop down? Maybe we could have it all Nothin' matters My mama told me, I won't be lonely How does it feel

Power on, power on Drop the pin on the mood that you're in If it feels like a home I thought it mattered what I say, but I was wrong I thought you were second place to every song I thought you'd overstayed your welcome, I was wrong Have you ever

I just want us to go (go go) Drop everything and just go (go go) So you can just chill And clear your head And let me do everything for you cause you deserve it Well let just first make this with you cause you are so worth it It'd be so nice

Shake that shit Drop it down on it Made me get a couple bands drop it down on it Make you get a couple friends drop it down on it Turn around drop it down, drop it down on it Do it for a real nigga, do it for a boss Do somethin' for a boss, do somethin'

In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock Running from an opp, then I shoot at opp And I'm on the block, and I'm on the block Shooting at the opps Yo, Pierre you wanna come out here? All these hoes gon' flock (flock flock), when I drop (drop) Yo

So wait up, wait up Give me one more chance To make up, make up I just need one last dance Na na na na oh-oh Tear drops in your hazel eyes I can't believe I made you cry It feels so long since we went wrong But you're still on my mind

I'm proud of the house we built It's stronger than sticks, stones, and steel A lot of things will come and go but love never will It's not a big place sittin' up high on some hill I dropped to my knees in that field on your daddy's farm Asked you to

(We) back on line (We) came to ride (We) deal (We) stack (We) multiply (We) stay on the grind (Until) we die And back for mo', cause we can't get enough I've beeeeen this way and I can't stop (ah) Hands on the ball and I won't drop (no) Half-assed rhymes

I said me, uh When the lawyer asked me what a fuckin' killer was When the bitch asked me what a real nigga was Overseas in a yacht, they askin' who it was Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens I said me, haha, yeah Bright copper kettles and warm