Six down to fifty nine

Slipping off the dinner wine

Lay it down to Ginuwine

Baby i ain't greedy

I'ma meet you at the finish line

Cocky when i hit it

Cause i got it and i know it's mine

I ain't finna gas you

Girl you know you fine

And if a b**h forget her place

Tell her fall in line

Na

My shorty don't play when it come to me

Wanna double up a K tell'em come to me

Yea come to me

Know you love it

God opening doors for me something like a hundred keys

We been planting money trees

They ain't wanting none of these

Shooters at yo head for a n**a like a hundred thieves

Working all winter time

But for you i got the time

Anytime

All the time

If you need me

Call the line

Ring the cell

Knock the door

Ring the bell

Bring it home

Girl you know i got it for you

If you need me right now

Aye DJ

Turn me up and turn the lights down

Aye

Pour another just to see if you can taste that

Ain't no twelve on the shots we don't chase that

I know you wanna get there but you gotta pace that

Going hard in all you do that's why you stay stacked

Acting up since you got single must be pay back

That's why that waist snacked

That's why that ass fat

That's why you talking all yo shit girl you can say that

F**k them niggas baby you know we go way back

I can't play that

I'm on the way back

Hundred on the dash going

Six down to fifty nine

Slipping off the dinner wine

Lay it down to Ginuwine

Baby I ain't greedy

I'ma meet you at the finish line

Anytime

All the time

If you need me

Call the line

Ring the cell

Knock the door

Ring the bell

Bring it home

Girl you know I got it for you

If you need me right now

Aye DJ

Turn me up and turn the lights down