The-Dream. Falsetto. Zeneszám

Started out talking right here
Putting it down like a motherfucking mack
Cinnamon candy all up in my ear
She wanna be down like the D's on the 'lac
Slow dancing in the club
Her diamonds look like rainbows
She's grindin' on my dick
She's lookin' for the pot of gold
We hop up in that AMG
Indeed we in the Westin
She puttin' moves on me
I could've swore shawty's a wrestler

Talkin' all that shit
As soon as I hit, now I got her talkin' like this

[x2:]
In a falsetto,
She's like "Ooh, ooh! Baby! Ahh, ahh, ahh! Ohh!"
In a falsetto,
She's like "Ooh, ooh! Baby! Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh!"

She's telling all her homies
I'm the real deal
Everytime she leave the crib
Shawty be coming right back
She talkin' dirty all up in my ear
And I'm finna' put this dog right on her kitty cat
I wasn't gonna show you up
But then you got that liquor in you
Calling last night a fluke
Acting like she didn't remember
I hopped up out that Land
And I'm finna' defend my title
Finna' put yo ass to bed
Tell me which way would you like it

Talkin' all that shit
As soon as I hit, now I got her talkin' like this

[x2:]
In a falsetto,
She's like "Ooh, ooh! Baby! Ahh, ahh, ahh! Ohh!"
In a falsetto,
She's like "Ooh, ooh! Baby! Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh!"

Now play that shit
[Electric guitar breakdown]

[x2:]
In a falsetto,
She's like "Ooh, ooh! Baby! Ahh, ahh, ahh! Ohh!"
In a falsetto,
She's like "Ooh, ooh! Baby! Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh!"

She said it feels like her very first time
She said it feels like her very first time
Grind it, grind it, baby
Grind it, grind it, make me crazy
Grind it, grind it, do it, do it

Grind it, grind it, grind it, baby
Grind it, grind it, grind it, hon'
Grind it, grind it

Now say, "Oooh, oooh, oooh, ooh ooh!"

It's all over now
You can come back up
We can talk in this key right here
But anytime you want me to take you up
Baby jump on this elevator
Promise there ain't nothing greater

Take a shower
Let's take a shower
Let's take a shower
Let's take a shower
Meet you right back here in half an hour

Killa
Killa
Killa