[Fabolous]
Shawty so cold, p**y winter fresh
Reservations to eat and you're my dinner guest
Shawty cleaned up nice, never been a mess
Could take a little pain, I see them tattoos in her flesh
But I ain't try to hurt her, ‘cause i've always been the best
I'm making my shawty feel it till she feel it in her chest
Sex excellent, get a hundred when I test
I'm a fan of her talent, so i've always been impressed
Sex in the city on my black satin sheets
Wet as Hurricane Sandy on the Manhattan streets
Lit a few candles like my power hadn't reached
Then I took you places that her last n***a hadn't reached
b**h so bad know her parents went through hell
Smart mouth when we argue, you would swear she went to Yale
I wanna touch her, not using my hands
Make her dance without using the bands
[Chorus: Ca**ie]
Call me crazy, sh**, at least you call me
Feels better when you let it out, don't it, boy?
Know is easy to get caught up in the morning
When you say ‘cause you're mad and you take it all back
Then we f** all night till things get right
Then we f** all night till things get right
[Verse 2: Fabolous]
The club popping but she ain't trying go there
Her friends know where she going every time she tell them “nowhere”
I'm the only one that get up in the vip
My money grown, baby, ain't no need to see id
Slide her something just to come through, host money
At least n***as know you're getting through the most money
Club my place, you wear what you wanna wear
But you're overdressed if you're wearing underwear
I turn up, couple js to burn up
Couple spots to hide out, now let that playlist right out
Where I live on sunday, her place monday
Her hand in my pants, call that Al Bundy
Pull it out like a pistol, yo, kiss it on the balls like the dick the mistletoe
Tell her do the thing I like, best she listen, yo
Bad b**h good girl around the christmas, though
[Chorus: Ca**ie]
[Verse 3: Trey Songz]
p**y sweeter than some fresh fruit
She gushing and I drink the best juice
I'm drinking till nothing left to
And she playing with herself, too
I be thinking about her all day
She perform like it's Broadway
Yeah, we hop in the range, she off top wit' the brain
Got the windows down, broad day
Just look at her, spectacular
Throw her on the stove, flip her like a spatula
Other n***as want her, but you see the n***as whack to her
Side b**h tripping ‘cause i'll never get back to her
My b**h like b**hes, but none of my b**hes bad to her
She's said "Trigga, why I never seen her with a bad b**h?"
Unless she's meeting on these other b**hes average
Hundred percent real while these b**hes is plastic
Moroccan goddess, she walk like she need her a** kissed
Walk like she need her a** kissed
Diced pineapples, super fine at you
If she's giving head, she's throwing her mind at you
f** these other b**hes, n***a, she don't mind what you do
I just wanna watch, I ain't taking time at you, dudes
Never faking, why they hella friend?
Keep it real with her, yeah, that's what she ever wants
Somethin' 'bout to alchemy, she don't ever disappoint
London on the balcony, we're about to smoke another joint
Miami on the yacht, she pulling on my pistol saying how she love my co*k
Metaphoric bliss, shawty, you're the sh**
Couple days with her, man, that's all I ever get
And she got a little sister, that's what she ever with
Game like a n***a man, that's all she ever speak
Montreal was our first time, swear p**y just like the first lines
Scars on my back, she left couple, spent a couple stacks, had her put a couple pair
Try to beg mine, my n***a out of bootie
Never retract statements, n***a, I'm never scared
n***as be switching up, but n***a, I'm never weird
Back on another leer
I leave n***as here, all in another year
All in another lane, all in another gear
All of you n***as lame, all of your n***as here
Listen up, b**h n***as b**hing up
I guess you're doing what you're supposed to
Let a real n***a hold you
Back to my baby girl though, I just need you in my world, yo
[Chorus: Ca**ie]