[Hook: Jeremih & Red Cafe]
Hey girl, let me tell you a little story 'bout this thing called f**in'
Hey girl, let me tell you a little story 'bout this thing called f**in'
Lay you on your back
Got your legs in the air like a peace sign
Lay you on your back
Got your legs wide open like a peace sign
We can make it nasty
I know you love to get nasty
I be countin' this money
You can get freaky while I'm rollin' my Cali
[Verse 1: Red Cafe]
I only compare you to your reflection
Let's say this thin we got only be on textin'
Any time of day, strip off your lingerie
I'm a real n***a its a real n***a holiday
I know its juicy as f** I done heard 'bout you
Turn n***as to stalkers, I done heard 'bout you
Have you bussin' like a chopper, la la la
Used to be mellow when I was off the lala
You taste like a peach, what you told me
And you should get the sweetie pie trophy
If it's sticky I need more than a quickie
Round 1, round 2, I'm strippin' you out them Vickies
[Hook: Jeremih & Red Cafe]
Hey girl, let me tell you a little story 'bout this thing called f**in'
Hey girl, let me tell you a little story 'bout this thing called f**in'
Lay you on your back
Got your legs in the air like a peace sign
Lay you on your back
Got your legs wide open like a peace sign
We can make it nasty
I know you love to get nasty
I be countin' this money
You can get freaky while I'm rollin' my Cali
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Fornication in the fountain blue
4 or 5 of them b**hes couldn't amount to you
I could spend it all, then spend a night with you
But I got too much of it, I'm just a flight away
She a baller, we both shopping for the same brands
Bail hard but they all call up 'bout her first name
I'ma change the b**h last name
Don't wanna hear stories about your last lame
We sippin' syrup in the fast lane
Wide-body Phantom, lower miles than your prom date
I seen a brick in the 9th grade
Swerve up on a b**h and I might say
[Hook: Jeremih & Red Cafe]
Hey girl, let me tell you a little story 'bout this thing called f**in'
Hey girl, let me tell you a little story 'bout this thing called f**in'
Lay you on your back
Got your legs in the air like a peace sign
Lay you on your back
Got your legs wide open like a peace sign
We can make it nasty
I know you love to get nasty
I be countin' this money
You can get freaky while you rollin' my Cali