Is it Ecstasy, or are you that bad?
You know your nigga gon' need that lap dance
I need to feel how you gon' feel on top
Ta-la-la (uh), ta-la-la
I know need your fee up on entrance
All this money on me, let's go the distance
Take it to the champagne room until they put my ass out (uh)
Ah-la-la (uh), ah-la-la

I'ma need a fat ass or double D's
Go good head, nigga never leave
Say this shit good, it better be
Well do that shit, stop telling me
Shawty I need action, Jackson
Take it back to the mansion
Credit cards, Birkin bag
Change your motherfucker fashion
Assets, baguettes
Titanium is for a bad bitch
Your old nigga had plastic
No going back, elastic

Glad that I got you here girl
We could be anywhere in the world (let's see that shit)
There's no place right now I'd rather be
(Work, work, work)
Uh (work, work, work)
It looks like you feel the same
Tonight let's turn it to five days
And I still don't know your motherfucking real name

Get it, get it, get it, yeah
Ta-la-la (oh)
Get it, get it, get it, yeah
(Oh) Get it, get it, get it, yeah
Ta-la-la (slow)
Get it, get it, get it

Is it Ecstasy, or are you that bad?
You know your nigga gon' need that lap dance
I need to feel how you gon' feel on top
Ta-la-la, ta-la-la
I know need your fee up on entrance
All this money on me, let's go the distance
Take it to the champagne room until they put my ass out
Ah-la-la, ah-la-la

I'ma need a fat ass or double D's
Go good head, nigga never leave
Say this shit good, it better be
Well do that shit, stop telling me
Shawty I need action, Jackson
Take it back to the mansion
Credit cards, Birkin bag
Change your motherfucker fashion
Assets, baguettes
Titanium is for a bad bitch
Your old nigga had plastic
No going back, elastic

I'm glad that I got you here girl
We could be anywhere in the world
There's no place right now I'd rather be, uh
It looks like you feel the same
Tonight let's turn it to five days
And I still don't know your motherfucking real name
Goddamn

Gon' ahead, drop it, drop it, drop it, drop it
Put that shit on IG
Don't you fucking crop it
Gon' shawty, drop it, drop it, drop it, drop it
Put that shit on social
Don't you fucking crop it
Gone ahead, drop it, drop it, drop it, drop it
Put that shit on IG
Don't you fucking crop it

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Terius Youngdell Nash