Lyrics: Rayhan Sanhaji/Daniel Voskoboynik/Felix Manuela P. Govaerts/Diontre Barnes/Brian Anthony Wilson/Lamar Chase
Music: Rayhan Sanhaji/Daniel Voskoboynik/Felix Manuela P. Govaerts/Diontre Barnes/Brian Anthony Wilson/Lamar Chase
AirWay got the f*cking sauce
Ayo, Flex, you wildin'
Yeah, yeah
Told her don't play 'round
I wanna see from yo waist down
She got a body like Jayda
I told her, "Baby, don't wait up"
Yeah, yeah, look at yo waistline
I wanna see with yo face down
Body like she from Jamaica
Bad enough I just might take her
Yeah, bad body, Nia Long, got the shape of a bottle is smooth as a swan
She get aggressive, clappin', baby a savage, I gotta be takin' you home
I don't wanna be regular, never, baby, I'm extra, I like to turn up the room
I don't mind me a penny, proud, keep facin' up but her body a stick like a broom
When she step in the room
Channel control, remote how she move
Badder than most, she don't know what to do
She bad as a b*tch and she don't follow rules
I follow around just to f*ck with your moves
A magic city surrounded by strippers
Ain't gotta ask me, you know I'mma tip her
Stay with three hoes, I could pass for Christmas
Stay on the pole, she came here for a mission
Told her don't play 'round
I wanna see from yo waist down
She got a body like Jayda
I told her, "Baby, don't wait up"
Yeah, yeah, look at yo waistline
I wanna see with yo face down
Body like she from Jamaica
Bad enough I just might take her
Yeah, it's no warnings
She goin' up and down on that pole like she do it often
Goin' all in, babygirl, I'm goin' all in
I'm pullin' racks out of my pocket and I'm throwin' all this sh—
She so exotic, a problem, I know it sound crazy, I fell for a bottle girl
And the same money that I was givin', they took it and flipped it to go get they bodywork
Woah, now, it's a widebody, slide down like ice hockey
Flyin' 'round like the Cullinan and she ride like a new Bugatti
Told her don't play 'round
I wanna see from yo waist down
She got a body like Jayda
I told her, "Baby, don't wait up"
Yeah, yeah, look at yo waistline
I wanna see with yo face down
Body like she from Jamaica
Bad enough I just might take her
Yeah, bad body, Nia Long, got the shape of a bottle is smooth as a swan
She get aggressive, clappin', baby a savage, I gotta be takin' you home
I don't wanna be regular, never, baby, I'm extra, I like to turn up the room
I don't mind me a penny, proud, keep facin' up but her body a stick like a broom
She got class like an old soul
Baby got back like a camel
We got gas like Sunoco
Goin' ass, told her, "Go slow"
I'm the man
Runnin' 'round and I'm playin' with bands
She know me, I'm just cool as a fan
Blowin' money until all my pockets on E
Turn around then I do it again
Yeah, it's no warnings
She goin' up and down on that pole like she do it often
Yeah, it's no warnings
She go up and down on that pole like she do it often
Pole like she do it often