Got me right here waitin' Even though you drive me crazy, yeah I think about you all the time, time Bet you ain't know you're my baby, yeah Bet you ain't know you was my baby (that's my baby) I think about you all the time Call you late at night, I ain't

I might just paint the Bentley mustard (skrr) I got rich, that's on my mother (yeah) Say she love you, still can't trust her (what, yeah, yeah) Cut the pork, drop the top, then I Speed Race it (skrrt) But my frames, they Dior, I can't see, baby (I can't

When they slid at night see my real side Baby, that's the real side, baby that's the real side You the one that slide to the hillside, yeah, yeah You gon' keep it right for the hillside, yeah, yeah You the one that slide to the hillside You gon' keep it

M-hmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss M-hmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss (Drip, drip, so slick, that's my lipgloss) Baby boy, gon' rot your teeth like what? Yeah, you know I'm sugary sweet Oh, damn (oh, damn) That flavor, flavor so good

The way that he touch me, no, I can't get enough He keeping me up all night long He motivate me, yeah, that's my baby He really hit me with my body talk He got me singing ooh la, la, la, la, la, la, ey I'm catching feelings He motivate me, yeah, that's

How many nights does it take to count the stars? That's the time it would take to fix my heart Oh, baby, I was there for you All I ever wanted was the truth, yeah, yeah How many nights have you wished someone would stay? Lay awake only hoping they're

Yeah that's my dawg Me and my dawg We gave 'em two in a row I'm on my way, I'm goin' fast, I'm comin' home to get you Yeah that's my dawg for sure I'mma put her in a full nelson Deja keep on callin' She say she ready to pull up As soon as I get there,

That’s my baby That’s my love She drive me crazy 'Cause that’s my rock She drive me crazy yeah yeah yeah Love me back say you want me too And you know Even at bottom dollar girl I'll never leave you Tell 'em how I feel never hold back

My my baby blue Yeah you're so jaded Hey j-j-jaded Hey j-j-jaded, you got your mama's style But you're yesterday's child to me You think that's where it's at But is that where it's supposed to be You're gettin' it all over me, ex-rated

Goin' back home, get my old gal soon I got a map to the highway, baby Movin' on down the line You a high-priced chick, and I got to let you go I love you, baby, you think I good price Yeah, baby, I got to let you go That's why I am goin' back home, get