Lyrics:

Girl call Atisha, your beautician
Cause your hair is gon need fixin' yeah
Call Atisha, your beautician yeah
Uh Uh Uh yeah

She got protection in her pocketbook
She playin' hard but I know I got her shook
Oh baby take it from me
Baby like a crook
I've been reading you
Like an open book

Sing it to me now
Purse, Shirt, Skirt, Yeah shawty take it off
Necklace, My white tee, My nikes
Shawty Ima take it off
She just got her hair did
But you know I can't stop it
And Right after we're finished I'm gon' get your shit fixed

Sweat it out, Sweat it Out, Sweat it Out
Gon Sweat it out, Sweat it out, Sweat it out
Girl let's sweat it out, sweat it out, sweat it out
Let's sweat it out, sweat it out, sweat it out
Oh
(Verse two!)

We're trading affection as I mess up her bang
Hair everywhere all in her face (all in her face)
Didn't mean to mess up a good thing (eh)
But I needed you babe (eh)
Don't be mad at me (uh)
You should've got braids

Sing it to me now
Purse, Skirt, Shirt, I'm glad that you took it off
Necklace, white tee, my nikes, I couldn't wait to take it off
I know you got your hair did
But you know I couldn't stop it
I told you once we finish
That I would get your shit fixed

The sweat is racin' down your spine
I promise its gon' be all right
Just call Atisha your beautician
I promise it will be just fine
In two or three or hours
You'll be smilin'
She gon' get that hair bone straight
And even though I got it all tangled
I know you like the love we make

The love we make (x4)

I know you like the love we make
The love we make
I know you like the love we make
The love we make