“You ain’t even gotta text me
Knowin’ me and you got that mental telepathy
Meet me up at the spot,
I’ll be sending over the chauffeur
Rich nigga bread, stay poppin’ up like a toaster
Nobody come close to me and you together
Step under my umbrella, we’ll make it through any weather
Except when I make it storm, sex in the greatest form
And hibernate under my body
Yep I keep it warmer than a chinchilla
She know I beat it up like the thriller in Manila
Flying my private jet to villas in Anguilla
Than throw you on a grill
Cause seven days a week you’re my 5 course meal
For real!
Baby, tonight’s the night I let you know
Baby, tonight’s the night we lose control
Baby, tonight you need that, tonight believe that
Tonight I’ll be the best you ever had
I don’t wanna brag, but I’ll be
The best you ever had
I don’t wanna brag, but I’ll be
The best you ever had”