You upset me baby, yes, you upset me baby Well, like being hit by a fallen tree Woman, what you do to me Well, she's not too tall, complexion is fair Man she knocked me out the way she wears her hair Yes, she's thirty-six in the bust, twenty-eight in the

Straight out of nowhere Buried deep inside my past Hoping you'll be the last With the lights down low Wrapped up like a baby And your hair hangs long Surrounding my face Love your warm embrace Hold me close don't let me go

Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah Slidin' on the water like a jet-ski, yeah I'm tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah Chopper with the scope so do not test me, yeah Ric Flair drip go "woo" on a bitch Fifty-seven ninety split the coupe on my wrist

Leave it all up in the air Ada, Ada, Ada Ada, don't talk about reasons Why you don't want to talk about reasons Why you don't wanna talk Now that you got everybody you consider sharp All alone, all together, all together in the dark Ada, I can hear the

This party, this party wasn't over Somebody, somebody should've told her Hands up in the air, still swaying That band she loves still playing She had this old boy from the boondocks Sweet talking, walking on moon rocks I wish somebody would've told her

Why I know false hope We stay in the apartment on the upper west side And my worst problem is I don't sleep at night And I don't care how, I surely don't care why The woman downstairs just lost her mind, Is it still okay that I don't know how to be

It's 5 o'clock in the morning Conversation got boring And I was hoping you would creep in You said you're goin' to bed soon And I thought I'd just wait there Until I heard you come up the stairs So I snuck off to your bedroom (It's 5 o'clock in the

Throw that money in the air and say yeah Throw that money in one hand and say yeah And say yeah In the back of the club with a stack full a dubs Drop it low like a pro, bring it back, that's what's up All my dogs up in here, plus there's hoes everywhere

I said get up! I say get up! I have the savoir faire I'm the reason everybody here I make it hot, I make it hot in here Your feet hurtin' I really care I want to see you, I want to see you move And get all into the groove I'm getting money man I really

I ain't gonna get dressed up, just to be your clown Ain't gonna paint this pretty face, like you paint the town I ain't wastin' good mascara, just to watch it runnin' down I could spend an hour on my makeup and my hair Shoes to tall, dress to small, and