[Intro: Usher]
f**ing you, f**ing you
Rozay! what's the problem with these rap n***as?
They don't know how to play it cool, you know?
I mean there's a time and place for everything
Been thinking bout you all day
Right now, it's about that time
f**ing you, f**ing you, f**ing you
Look how you turn me on baby
(you like when you talk to him, I mean for saying something)
Singing is believing, Usher, baby
Turn the lights on
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
She kissing on me, biting on my bottom lip
In the Galleria all I get is buy me this
Conversations on the phone until the break of dawn
Combination to her home, I gotta make her moan
Mean hustle got me chasing all this fast money
Balenciaga sneakers, now she touching cash money
So s**y in them all black Giuseppe heels
50 stacks in her bag so she know it's real
Top off the Ferrari now we thugged out
Smoking on that cali bumping 2Pac
It's me against the world now what's your phone number
Jumping in that range rover and I'm coming over!
[Hook: Usher]
f**ing you, f**ing you
Been thinking bout you all day
f**ing you, f**ing you
Still can't get my mind off your body
I'm day dreaming 'bout, look how you turn me on baby
f**ing you, f**ing you
Cause nobody compares to your body
Every time you let me touch
f**ing you, f**ing you
And every time you let me
Nobody compare to your body, yeah
f**ing you, f**ing you
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I think I wanna put a ring on it
I think I wanna tat her name on me
I had a lot of s**y women
But this is not the same for me
Bounce, love it how she always make it bounce
Rose petals on her bed, I walk in unannounced
I love it when she speak a different language (papito!)
I touch her in so many different angles
Born stunna, and my baby so stunning
Wanna, but she find them so funny
I'm getting money, living like the most wanted
She all I ever needed, now I think it's her body
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Pink champagne for my dime piece
In the sheets you know I flip her like a 9 piece
In the streets you know I'm eating like a lion feast
Lick a nipple tryna tickle all the finer things
Keys to the crib, keep it trill, time to handle bizz
Big dreamer, new beamer, just the realest
Cover of the source, owner of the Porsche
k**ing all haters, showing no remorse
Knocking at the door, she recognize the voice
I'm not them other boys, she know I shine the most
She modeling a lot I know she on the go
Another bottle of Ciroc, baby let's have a toast
[Hook]