Oh
Oh, woah
Hey, hey
I'm like, damn girl, what you doing by yourself
If you make a move, I might melt
I heard you're into drinking, well we got the top shelf to ourself
We could wind down, sipping Chateau Lafite
You know it's music to my ears when you chop up beats
I slide discreet, me and the rhythm, playin' hide and seek
I'm a beast when it comes to the Bee Gees
And I'm good with the pot like I'm serving linguini
You can meet me at 98.6
I might just have the time, but there's an avalanche rocking my wrist
Hey, you ain't gotta talk about your man, no, I insist
Cause he don't need to come around if he isn't consistent
Coco Chanel and Louis V, just for a hissy fit
I got some girls talkin' bout me sounding ignorant
I'm not perfect, don't tell me I'm worth it when I can't hold on
Breathe slow
Tell me he won't
F*ck up your mood
Cause what if he do
I might lose control
And say what you won't
And it might come off rude
But I'm trying not to
All I get are those butterflies inside
It's a feeling I can't deny if I tried
If I say that I love you, girl, I'm lying
Don't act like I'm judging you, it's your life
Don't let me get comfortable in your mind
I'm tryin' to do better, I know the lines
I just wanna say what you won't, no need to feel provoked
And I know, I'm not sorry if I'm honest
I'm in need of some innovating
New car parked outside that need some renovation
Bad bitches to the left and right of me, it's kind of embarrassing
If they washed up, they could get left on the pavement
I got some bitches lined up like the bases loaded
And you could pack 'em up and ship it to the J-Man
Hold on, wait, man, I'm tryna figure out if she Jamaican
Give me the bread and leave the rest for your savings
I can hit my money dance on this shit
Because I'm two-steppin', I'm on pace for this shit
Get out the kitchen, I'm microwavin' the instrumental
I'm steady bout my money like I'm savin' for a trip
Shawty asked me, can I find the bass in the mix?
I'm tryna replicate it while I'm takin' your dick
I text her back, do you want the WAV or the MP3?
She hit me with a wave, girl, that's not what I mean
Yeah, girl, that's not what I mean
You know
Baby, breathe slow
Tell me he won't
F*ck up your mood
Cause what if he do
I might lose control
And say what you won't
And it might come off rude
But I'm trying not to
All I get are those butterflies inside
It's is a feeling I can't deny if I tried
All I get are those butterflies inside
It's is a feeling I can't deny if I tried
If I say that I love you, girl, I'm lying
Don't act like I'm judging you, it's your life
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Oh
Oh, woah
Hey, hey
I'm like, damn girl, what you doing by yourself
If you make a move, I might melt
I heard you're into drinking, well we got the top shelf to ourself
We could wind down, sipping Chateau Lafite
You know it's music to my ears when you chop up beats
I slide discreet, me and the rhythm, playin' hide and seek
I'm a beast when it comes to the Bee Gees
And I'm good with the pot like I'm serving linguini
You can meet me at 98.6
I might just have the time, but there's an avalanche rocking my wrist
Hey, you ain't gotta talk about your man, no, I insist
Cause he don't need to come around if he isn't consistent
Coco Chanel and Louis V, just for a hissy fit
I got some girls talkin' bout me sounding ignorant
I'm not perfect, don't tell me I'm worth it when I can't hold on
Breathe slow
Tell me he won't
F*ck up your mood
Cause what if he do
I might lose control
And say what you won't
And it might come off rude
But I'm trying not to
All I get are those butterflies inside
It's a feeling I can't deny if I tried
If I say that I love you, girl, I'm lying
Don't act like I'm judging you, it's your life
Don't let me get comfortable in your mind
I'm tryin' to do better, I know the lines
I just wanna say what you won't, no need to feel provoked
And I know, I'm not sorry if I'm honest
I'm in need of some innovating
New car parked outside that need some renovation
Bad bitches to the left and right of me, it's kind of embarrassing
If they washed up, they could get left on the pavement
I got some bitches lined up like the bases loaded
And you could pack 'em up and ship it to the J-Man
Hold on, wait, man, I'm tryna figure out if she Jamaican
Give me the bread and leave the rest for your savings
I can hit my money dance on this shit
Because I'm two-steppin', I'm on pace for this shit
Get out the kitchen, I'm microwavin' the instrumental
I'm steady bout my money like I'm savin' for a trip
Shawty asked me, can I find the bass in the mix?
I'm tryna replicate it while I'm takin' your dick
I text her back, do you want the WAV or the MP3?
She hit me with a wave, girl, that's not what I mean
Yeah, girl, that's not what I mean
You know
Baby, breathe slow
Tell me he won't
F*ck up your mood
Cause what if he do
I might lose control
And say what you won't
And it might come off rude
But I'm trying not to
All I get are those butterflies inside
It's is a feeling I can't deny if I tried
All I get are those butterflies inside
It's is a feeling I can't deny if I tried
If I say that I love you, girl, I'm lying
Don't act like I'm judging you, it's your life
Oh, woah
Hey, hey
I'm like, damn girl, what you doing by yourself
If you make a move, I might melt
I heard you're into drinking, well we got the top shelf to ourself
We could wind down, sipping Chateau Lafite
You know it's music to my ears when you chop up beats
I slide discreet, me and the rhythm, playin' hide and seek
I'm a beast when it comes to the Bee Gees
And I'm good with the pot like I'm serving linguini
You can meet me at 98.6
I might just have the time, but there's an avalanche rocking my wrist
Hey, you ain't gotta talk about your man, no, I insist
Cause he don't need to come around if he isn't consistent
Coco Chanel and Louis V, just for a hissy fit
I got some girls talkin' bout me sounding ignorant
I'm not perfect, don't tell me I'm worth it when I can't hold on
Breathe slow
Tell me he won't
F*ck up your mood
Cause what if he do
I might lose control
And say what you won't
And it might come off rude
But I'm trying not to
All I get are those butterflies inside
It's a feeling I can't deny if I tried
If I say that I love you, girl, I'm lying
Don't act like I'm judging you, it's your life
Don't let me get comfortable in your mind
I'm tryin' to do better, I know the lines
I just wanna say what you won't, no need to feel provoked
And I know, I'm not sorry if I'm honest
I'm in need of some innovating
New car parked outside that need some renovation
Bad bitches to the left and right of me, it's kind of embarrassing
If they washed up, they could get left on the pavement
I got some bitches lined up like the bases loaded
And you could pack 'em up and ship it to the J-Man
Hold on, wait, man, I'm tryna figure out if she Jamaican
Give me the bread and leave the rest for your savings
I can hit my money dance on this shit
Because I'm two-steppin', I'm on pace for this shit
Get out the kitchen, I'm microwavin' the instrumental
I'm steady bout my money like I'm savin' for a trip
Shawty asked me, can I find the bass in the mix?
I'm tryna replicate it while I'm takin' your dick
I text her back, do you want the WAV or the MP3?
She hit me with a wave, girl, that's not what I mean
Yeah, girl, that's not what I mean
You know
Baby, breathe slow
Tell me he won't
F*ck up your mood
Cause what if he do
I might lose control
And say what you won't
And it might come off rude
But I'm trying not to
All I get are those butterflies inside
It's is a feeling I can't deny if I tried
All I get are those butterflies inside
It's is a feeling I can't deny if I tried
If I say that I love you, girl, I'm lying
Don't act like I'm judging you, it's your life
Writer: JOHN TAYLOR
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave