Lyrics: Andre Robertson/Esther Zyskind/Everett Romano/Njomza Vitia/Zachary Perry
Music: Andre Robertson/Esther Zyskind/Everett Romano/Njomza Vitia/Zachary Perry
We keep it on the low,
'Cause we never took it slow,
I don't like to be alone,
When it's late I hit your phone.
You probably got a girl,
Said you probably got some more,
When I come tell 'em to go,
'Cause I want you, baby.
F**k the money, fame, the pride, put it aside.
You know I got the type of pu**y makes you cry.
When I leave the taste of me stay on your mind,
Sex with me's one of a kind,
You want me, baby.
And I want you, baby.
Want you.
Maybe we're out of luck,
Karma been catching up,
So we can't fall in love,
But I love it when we f**k.
Sometimes I miss the pain,
Pulling and push away,
I know we're both the same,
I want you, baby.
F**k the money, fame, the pride, put it aside,
You know I got the type of pu**y makes you cry.
When I leave the taste of me stay on your mind,
Sex with me's one of a kind,
You want me, baby.
And I want you,baby.
And I want you, baby
F**k the money, fame, the pride, put it aside, (F**k the money, f**k the pride.)
You know I got the type of pu**y makes you cry.
When I leave the taste of me stay on your mind (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Sex with me's one of a kind
You want me, baby.