Tonight, I need your body You do somethin' that the drugs can't do Tonight, you got my time Tonight I need your body Yeah, tonight I need your body Tonight, you won't be sorry You got all my time, ohh Only you tonight, I do you right, I do you right

Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah I don't know what I'm worth, yeah I've been broke since my birth, yeah Too much hoes in my search, yeah I sipped slow and got turnt, yeah Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah And I wish I could fly a jet with her, and have sex

I think it's 'bout time we link up to fuck Know what we both on if we up, we up (we up) DTF, I'm down to fuck Ain't talkin' 'bout no tat though (ooh no, no, no, no) Clap some, face down, ass up (hey, yeah yeah yeah) Talkin' 'bout early in the morning We

I guess I wanna know how you feel, yeah How you feel, yeah Ooh (how you feel about me, how you feel) I guess I'm tryna know how you feel How you feel about me, feel Haven't smiled in awhile But yesterday was too wild All my thoughts are so proud I'm

In my bank account, yeah (oh God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God) I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight M's in my bank account, yeah (oh God) I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight shooters ready to gun you down, yeah

I got one night for you, baby (yeah) You's a prissy little missy, baby And so hop out the clothes, let 'em drop to the floor And so hop out the clothes, let 'em drop to the floor, oh Talk to me, baby (talk) I want you to talk to me, baby (remix) You’s a

The damage is done Oh yeah, oh yeah All these scars which bear my name, yeah My eyes are wide, ain't nothing's the same, yeah I tried to run, but the damage is done, yeah I paved this road I broke myself in two This I know Up and down, In between

Gotta flex hard, yeah, ooh Gotta shine hard, gotta shine hard 20 on a chain, 35 chain 40 stacked chain, yeah Gotta stunt hard, gotta shine hard 20 on a chain, 30 stacked chain Woah, oh, city to city and skrr (skrr) Woah, oh, I'm lookin' like a merchant

When I'm gone You will miss me Yeah, real as the rider on the storm The silence where I'm going A violence well tell you Lord, you'll miss, you will miss me When I'm gone (Oh, oh) Yeah, real as the promise I've been making

Caught in the moment, tangled up in your sheets My imagination's too creative Falling, falling, needed something to believe in, oh But it was all in my head It was all in my head (Skrrt, skrrt) Yeah, look at you, boy, I invented you Your Gucci tennis