You've got my number Yeah, baby, you know me You've got me wonderin' How good that end might be If I could kiss you Spend a little time with you, girl You love to drive me A hundred miles right out of my mind You love to make me

You nasty boy I got you breaking into a sweat Got you hot, bothered, and wet Nasty, naughty boy Oh baby, for all it's worth I swear I'll be the first to blow your mind Put your icing on my cake Come here, big boy Ah, mm, yeah

I got you on my mind, baby I got you on my mind, I got you on my mind Thinking that I'm good but you know I'm 'bout to relapse Started with phone conversations and I Flew out to see you, it's raining outside We sat by the water and talked about life Oh,

Shadows fall upon the wall, that's the time I miss your kiss most of all Even though I try, how can I go on Evening, every night you come and you find me And you always remind me that my baby's gone Evening, you got me deeply in your power Every minute

Let's get lost tonight Can't get you off my mind I can't seem to get you off my mind Do you got plans tonight? 'Cause I-I-I can't get you off my mind Baby, you and I'm a couple hundred miles from Japan, and I I was thinking I could fly to your hotel

Drunk texting, drunk texting you I got you on my mind I'll be drunk texting, drunk texting, drunk texting you Why's it always happen, when I get this way? I'm blowing up your line Drunk texting you (Drunk texting you) So baby tonight And the truth is

Baby, you're wasting my time Baby, you've been on my mind, mmm (Listen up, you got a problem) Baby, you've been on my mind, mm hmm Lotta pressure on my name Lotta worries in my head Lotta responsibilities, strife and threats All kinda lies, No I won't

I got faith in you baby, I got faith in you now And you've been such a, such a good friend of me I met you, hallelujah, I got faith I get it runnin' and my mind goes crazy I think about you mornin', noon, night and day Know that I love you somehow (love

Baby, hit me up and call me any time Don't be restless, let your problems be my problems I don't mind it Put your panties and your pride to the side Want you to fuck with me (Alright) Open the door on your side You ain't gotta keep on fightin' Just let

We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby And you better bring your whole crew Yes any time you want to All this money got my mind gone Yeah! This that '63 AMG Ghost music This that Ace of Spade, Belair, let's toast music Nigga let's