(Turn the music up for me, Chris)
(Sosa baby, GBE baby)
(Bang bang)
(Bang bang)
(Sosa baby, GBE baby)

I fucked up, fucking hoes and coming home
And whole time, you was with me, right or wrong
And now I'm rich and I gotta spend nights alone
I'm busy on the road, how'd I find time to write this song?
Baby, you's delirious
Baby, you a big time
I know I'm a dog, but I done fucked your sister
You can be a teacher, I can be your listener
I can be the boat, and you can be the fisher
You're so strong, can I come home?
Baby, you so toned
Your faith is like whoa

Yo, baby do you wanna slow dance? (slow dance)
Oh, do you wanna hold hands? (hold hands)
No, I do not want your friends (your friends)
Ow, I'm chasing you like oh man (oh man)

Your curves are so righteous
How do you do it like that?
Your face suitable for my chest
And you're so fine, I like that
You can smoke all my weed, my weed, my weed
And she say, "Why me, why me, why me?"
Girl, you're looking Chinese, Chinese, Chinese
From smoking my weed, my weed, my weed

Baby, you and I, my, my, my, my, my
You are so just right, right, right, right
I love you so, I, I, I, I, I
I'm sorry if I lied, I'm not that bright

Yo, baby do you wanna slow dance? (slow dance)
Oh, do you wanna hold hands? (hold hands)
No, I do not want your friends (your friends)
Ow, I'm chasing you like oh man (oh man)

(Turn the music up for me, Chris)
(Baby do you wanna slow dance, slow dance?)
(Oh, do you wanna hold hands, hold hands?)
(I do not want your friends, your friends
(Ow, I'm chasing you like oh man, oh man)
(CB on the beat)

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing
Writer(s): Chris Thomas Barnett, Keith Cozart