[Chorus: Justin]
Oh, pretty girl
She can't ever have enough of love and d**, they all say
Oh, silly girl
One day you gon' fall for real, you faded still
Tilted off that
Not one but you tilted off two
Round two on me, but round three's on you
Got me saying
Oh, silly girl
One day you gon' fall for real, you faded still
Tilted off that
[Bridge: Justin] x2
We got d**, we got money
We got b**hes, we got honeys up in here
We got d**, we got money
But she want that "high" with someone
Swear I could be that somebody
[Verse 1: Neal]
Oh baby we tilted, light it let's get lifted
Don't you fight it just accept that if I send you a text you'll be ready in a minute
Slip you out that maxi dress and put you into something a little more convenient
Just a little more fit for the situation ahead
In my head I'm thinking you could give me some head
In between you my queen I got you wrappin' your legs
You'da think you had some wings the way I'm makin' you spread for me
Baby take a shot for me, and pour another gla** for me
Roll another blunt for me was that blunt of me?
But round one, round two, round three's on me, coo'
[Refrain: Neal]
So is you with it? Can you hang?
Is you drink off love or what you drank?
Baby is you with it? Can you hang?
Is you drunk off love or what you drank?
[Chorus: Justin]
Oh, pretty girl
She can't ever have enough of love and d**, they all say
Oh, silly girl
One day you gon' fall for real, you faded still
Tilted off that
Not one but you tilted off two
Round two on me, but round three's on you
Got me saying
Oh, silly girl
One day you gon' fall for real, you faded still
Tilted off that
[Verse 2: Justin]
She's like an inked up, 1950's pin-up
Calling me over to smoke some up 'cause she just picked up
Hand me a light, hand me a night, hand me the liquor
So blessed but this little devil in my bed got me turning into a sinner
Oh Lord, tonight we'll f** until I make her say "Bravo"
My whisky chased with a whole lot of trouble
Right when I solved her, she a whole 'nother puzzle
Pretty face, like she models, French inhaling 'till we Eiffel tower high
As the weed burns, knocks at her apartment, 'cause we knocking over the fixtures
Locking lips, scratch marks from her painted nails 'cause she hipster
Wake up with Mona Lisa in the morning 'cause these sheets paint a picture
(Vibe out)