Look

I got the keys, we should leave

Serious question, how you fit that in them jeans?

Ha, girl, that's hard to believe

But anyway, we should bounce, this ain't my scene

Yeah, you look like something out a dream

Head to toe, and everything in between

How about I buy you some rounds tonight?

How about we go do something else you like?

She said, "A couple more shots 'til you get me naked"

And I said

A couple more shots 'til a nigga faded (faded off your love)

Pick you up right now, why you got me waiting? (I think I caught a buzz)

Every time we link up, it's a celebration (baby, let's turn up)

Patrón and lemonade, you can barely taste it (that's what's in my cup)

Patrón and lemonade, you can barely taste it (that's what's in my cup)

Patrón and lemonade, you can barely taste it (that's what's in my)

Skin like chocolate, hips like butter

Put you in a pan, cook you up, eat you proper

Pre-heat the oven

Proceed to touching

You can bring your girl in the room if you love me

Condo in the Hills

Bank account overseas

Bend you over backwards

Make your head touch your knees

Crystal popping

Mami on the East Coast

We can do a brunch ting, Wine over French toast

To be honest you look pretty when you pissed off

Bed look warm

Heart cold, and your lips soft

The loving good, I might write you a song

Then I'ma pour us up some lemonade and Patrón

A couple more shots 'til a nigga faded (faded off your love)

Pick you up right now, why you got me waiting? (I think I caught a buzz)

Every time we link up, it's a celebration (baby, let's turn up)

Patrón and lemonade, you can barely taste it (that's what's in my cup)

Patrón and lemonade, you can barely taste it (that's what's in my cup)

Patrón and lemonade, you can barely taste it (that's what's in my)