I aint got my eye on you
Aint been hypnotized by you, yeah
Aint in here tryna find my dude
I take it you just like the way I wine pon you
How I wine pon you
The way I wine pon you
How I wine pon you
The way I wine pon you, yeah
Take it you just like the way I wine pon you
Take it you just like the way I wine pon you, yeah
You can catch her in the Vogue or Hustler magazine
Young red bitch, pussy wet, five screens
You can catch her in the Vogue or Hustler magazine
Young red bitch, pussy wet, five screens
Yeah, yeah
Pop that like Ginkgo biloba
That booty dont need no more soda
Too hot, now this boy dont need no more doja
Leg on the seat, thats a photo
See that you focused
If theres no room, boy, we squeeze in the corner
Way that he talking, you think that he know her
Hold up
See baby, this for the night, I wont see you tomorrow
Yeah, but when I dance here, boy you better man up
Be like a museum, got you looking, boy you cant touch
Yeah, I got him speaking, got him geeking, tie them hands up
Tappin to the beat, you wanna freak her cause she random
Know you got your girl here, looking for your ass, run
Faking that you loyal, boy, you playing with her passion
Even when the beat slow, I shake a lil faster
Twerking on the speaker, know you need her in your fan club
