Ft. Zacari

(Intro)
Baby, tell me your name, how ya doin'?
Baby, stop playin', I know you want it
Yea yea, what you like is always on my mind
Got me up and spendin' all my time
My time with you

(Verse)
Get you in the living room, get you under covers
Get you in the kitchen, nude, bang you on the cupboard
No time for interviews, for rallies burn the rubbers
You can call me baby, I'm your no. 1 stunner
Always keepin' it 100 thousand, specially in yo flows
Chillier than Boston in August, gorgeous
You keep it street, but you move in class
Got me thinkin' to myself what I won't do with that
Hmm hmm, is you cool with that? 
You gon' be beggin' me for more when I'm through with that
(Yuh, that's my baby, that's my baby)
I think I'm goin' crazy, but I been thinkin' lately

(Hook)
Would I make a bad impression
If I said your body was a blessing, baby?
Hope you let me round the choice too funny (?)
Game's a whole new dice (?)
And that I think about you late night
How about your everything I'm missing from that night
Baby, you fill my empty spaces
Yeah, you fill my empty spaces
I don't want nobody else
Gotta have you to myself
And I don't have a lotta wealth
I'll spend all my time, my time, my time
On you, on you

(Verse 2)
Slow down, Bobby Velentino
Pinky-in-the-airs while we sippin' pellegrino
I can tell by the way you walk that you can talk
Had me by the heel, peelin' off in stiletto 
Oh no, good Lord, sippin' on good forward
Oh, they don't even know
I was sippin' on force, force (?)
Windows go down blowin' O's out the passenger
Coolin' under shades, sun dress, color lavender
I ain't really mad at ya, love the way they package ya
Lay it all down watch me throw it all back at ya

(Hook)



                          Thanks to Oborawatabinost for correcting these lyrics