Lyrics:

Why you always come with the riddle?
Gotta show me real before
We talk with the pillow
See how you just tryna keep it
Real trill though
Feelings low key, I play too
Mad steelo
There you go again
Looking at me nasty
Mami from the streets
So I gotta keep it classy
Let a fine nigga pass me
Game be ashy
Speak to my heart first
Make it last
There you go running that mouth
Got a little time
Let me see what you about
Smoked up on a joint
Just to get to the point
Get up in the zone and
He want me till the morning
Mind is roaming
Don't want me leave him lonely
He recognize the real
Not dealing with no phony
Yeh

Gotta get me right
Show me exactly what I like
No more putting up a fight
Private dance for you all night
Cause I want you
Like you want me
Want you
Yes I want you
X2

May dip it low
Just to let his ass know
Dealing with a pro
But this only pre-show
Need him fiending
So he can get me right
Let him beg me, please
B can't stay the night
Call me in the morning
Gotta catch this flight
Got everything I need
But, gentleman I like
Yeh I can make you better
You can make me better
Woman more than clever
Know you used to the regular
Forget about whoever
Time for new endeavor
Get it out the way
If you want this four play

Oochie wally wally
Maybe bang bang
Work my body body
Show me sweet things
X3

If you want me
You gotta show me
Before you hold me
Just check on me
(want you)
Cause I want you
And I know you want me

Gotta get me right
Show me exactly what I like
No more putting up a fight
Putting up a fight
Want me