Lyrics: Ayden Phillips/Molly Bell
Music: Ayden Phillips/Molly Bell
I don’t know how to say this politely
If you wanna go back to your place baby all you gotta do is invite me
Cause the way you're looking at me right now I can tell that you're tryna excite me
You got the flame I want so baby you should come and ignite me
Cus' I ain't tryna play games with you
I know what you came to do
Pull up to my place
Let me get a look, at the view
The clothes you're wearing, take ‘em off
This waiting game’s been long enough
You know how I like it baby I want you to play me rough
There she go
Slow
Hands are down below
I own both them cheeks and on my .40 I won't fold
There she go
Slow
Hands are down below
I snuck in his crib and on my 30 I ain't fold
There she go
Slow
Hands are down below
I own both them cheeks and on my .40 I wont fold
There she go
Slow
Hands are down below
I snuck in his crib and on my 30 I ain't fold
Baby wanna walk around, she got all the talk in town
You know what a man would do
If he got to see you buss it down
Slow but you're feeling real bold
What time can I come by now?
Woke in Benz, trap with my lover
Actually burnt, bet the party's over
Don't drink booze but a mans ain't sober
Ask and I know, can we get closer?
I mean I would but I really don't know her
If she knew more, she'd leave me like a loner
There were 3 men she let in when you call her
How'd it go down? Truly.
Hour glass waist, big booty
I just wanna grab on them rubies
Baby wanna walk around, she got all the talk in town
You know what a man would do
If he got to see you buss it down
Slow but you're feeling real bold
What time can I come by now?
Woke in Benz, trap with my lover
There she go
Slow
Hands are down below
I own both them cheeks and on my .40 I won't fold
There she go
Slow
Hands are down below
I snuck in his crib and on my 30 I ain't fold
There she go
Slow
Hands are down below
I own both them cheeks and on my .40 I wont fold
There she go
Slow
Hands are down below
I snuck in his crib and on my 30 I ain't fold