Looks

She keep givin' me looks
I can't stop them eyes from givin' me looks
Don't let me lie to you, girl, I looked
All you gotta do is, make that look

Soon as you close the door
Turn the lights off
You know what it's hittin' for, girl
I might just
Give you what that nigga don't, oh oh
So just close the door, clothes come off
Oh oh

Bein' honest, just bein' honest
I like the way you're bein' honest
Let's keep it honest
You got them lips like Keke Palmer
Like Keke palm it
That physical, that education, I go PE
On it, I'm so on it, yeah
No procrastination hit the hard top, hard top
Then you know I'm dealin' with them mattaz
Mattaz
Let you know you dealing with a shotta
Shotta that's the type of shit
That shouldn't shock ya

Soon as you close the door
Turn the lights off
You know what it's hittin' for, girl
I might just
Give you what that nigga don't, oh oh
So just close the door, clothes come off
Oh oh

You got a nigga
But I know he need to step up in it
I got a girl
But you know I need a better shawty
Oh, oh now, now baby, oh yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, ain't with the playin'
I got money to spend
And uh, you got somebody, baby
We got a good thing, yeah yeah

Let the frame down
When I beat that pussy up, you wanna lay down
Now I wanna roll
I'm smokin' backwoods in the cut
She know what it's hittin' for, and it was up

That's when them shirts come off
Shirts come off
I don't wanna see you smoke, see you smoke
Got your back against the wall
Close the door
We don't wanna say it's wrong, but it's wrong

Yeah, I got you yeah, uh, yeah

Maybe I've been missin'
Maybe I've been dippin'
Maybe I've been dippin'
Maybe the excuse that I had gotten way too
Busy for you hoes is gettin' true
And I ain't got the time to kick it with you
Listen, she was with me last Thanksgivin'
Uh, should've been with my
Sister on Christmas
Uh, but instead I was kickin'
It out with Paris
She flew down Lira Galore and oh boy
What an interest
Kells, you remember that winter?
Wait, we made too much money in November
Uh, shit got way too sunny, it's kinda funny
It wasn't long before we started feelin'
All of this love for December
Damn, my nigga, we on the tour bus
Steppin' out the House of Blues
Where was your bus?
Where are Zoe and Josh now that
I got way too famous
And successful for you to afford us?
Wow, my life has just gotten gorgeous
5-star meals on islands, the sand's scorchin'
Started fuckin' this girl and she
Lands scores and movies
So you might see me poppin' like Lance Gordon
Shout the bitches down to take
A chance for me take me to the club and
Spend some bands on me
Take me to the club and buy a dance on me
Shit, it's crazy
Show these niggas, I can paint the picture
Y'all don't deserve to get this paper with me
You wasn't hoppin' out the cable with me
Broke down Civic
Parkin' in Camp David with me
Back when I would have to pick a playback
Then drop that nigga off on the way back
Then called Johan because me and Gudda
Been arguin' all day long about
Who gettin' that A-flat
We used to go hard about them little sessions
I learned to appreciate all
The little blessings
Secluded environments and the little sections
You gotta understand how to feel blessings
Look at this lifestyle, look at
How we livin', nigga, right now
Look at all these bitches that wouldn't
Even type a message to us
Now we sayin' they ain't our type now
Story goes, that's how the tables turned