Call me up, I've been calling you
It's 2AM and I want you, too
Shots from the bartender, I wanna rock with you
We can be more than we meant to be (30, you a fool for this one)

It might be this time, I think it's time
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
Let's drink this time, don't think this time
Tequila, one lime, yeah, yeah

Shawty, I know you know that I gotta keep it on me
All these racks in the club, all of these bottles, no, they ain't cheap
And I want you to bust it on me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Girl, put some trustin' on me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I want you to bust it on me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I make it bust, girl, give me trust, oh, yeah, yeah
Give she good lovin', a good lovin', yeah, yeah
Give she one fuckin', a hot fuckin', yeah, yeah
Gives you good loving, a good loving, yeah
Give she one fuckin', a hot fuckin', yeah

Yeah, girl, you know you fuckin' with a shotta (with a shotta)
Come here, let me give it to you proper
I'm from Flatbush, you know the Gaza
She a rider, met her at King's Plaza (King's Plaza)
We gon' party 'til the sun up (sun up)
That mean the boss men turn up (turn up)
Keep the thing on me, 'case they try run up (run up)
You know them broke niggas lookin' for a come up (lookin' for a come up)

Shawty, I know you know that I gotta keep it on me
All these racks in the club, all of these bottles, no, they ain't cheap
And I want you to bust it on me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Girl, put some trustin' on me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Yo, Davido, take them to mother Africa

See me a one day close to you
I just want that comfortable
And I'ma give you money on time
If your body's all mine, baby, come in a line
She say she got money, too (money, too)
But I got what you got for two (ooh, yeah)
Baby, all I want is your body for sex
Baby, you rolla, ayy
I like kiss your body as you roll up, ayy
How much you wan' bet my money good? Yeah (ayy)
Baby, please don't turn me to a loner, yeah
Yeah, belly dancer
Got more keys than a trapper
No KiKi but I love her, yeah
I be spendin' my money like a mad man, yeah
Let's run through the back (through the back)
Come on, let's secure the bag (the bag)
Come on let your body back (body back)
I'ma let shakudi
Ayy, let's run through the back (through the back)
Come on, let's secure the bag (the bag)
Come on let your body back (body back)
I'ma let shakudi

Call me up, I've been calling you
It's 2AM and I want you, too
Shots from the bartender, I wanna rock with you
We can be more than we meant to be

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Writer(s): Cameron Rafael, Caswell Senior, David Adedeji Adeleke, Daystar Peterson, Samuel Gloade