Look I got the keys, we should leave
Serious question, how you fit that in them jeans?
Girl that's hard to believe but anyway
We should bounce this ain’t my scene
Yeah you look like something out a dream
Head to toe and everything in between
How about I buy you some rounds tonight?
How about we go do something else you like?
She said a couple more shots till you get me naked
And I say

A couple more shots till a nigga faded
Faded off your love
Pick you up right now, why you got me waiting?
I think I caught a buzz
Every time we link up it's a celebration
Baby let's turn up
Patron and lemonade you can barely taste it
That’s what's in my cup
Patron and lemonade you can barely taste it
That's what's in my cup
Patron and lemonade you can barely taste it
That's what's in my

Skin like chocolate, hips like butter
Put you in a pan, cook you up, eat you proper
Pre-heat the oven, proceed to touching
You can bring your girl in the room if you love me
Condo in the Hills, bank account overseas
Bend you over backwards, make your head touch your knees
Crystal popping, mami on the east coast
We can do a brunch ting, mine over french toast
To be honest you look pretty when you pissed off
Bed look warm, heart cold and your lips soft
The loving good, I might write you a song
Then I'ma pour us up some lemonade and Patron

A couple more shots till a nigga faded
Faded off your love
Pick you up right now, why you got me waiting?
I think I caught a buzz
Every time we link up it's a celebration
Baby let’s turn up
Patron and lemonade you can barely taste it
That’s what's in my cup
Patron and lemonade you can barely taste it
That’s what's in my cup
Patron and lemonade you can barely taste it
That's what's in my