Hit up my baby girl, cuz I thought about her Know we haven't talked in weeks, but I know you want the nah-nah Know this ain't a booty call, it's just a late night snack My momma still at work, and I just got me some Georgian Big like ADT, bus too long, teleport to me Lookin' like she red wine, and my shawty like a 10C or 9-9 Wouldn't trade her for a jewelry, only diamonds, baby I'm lookin' for my Ultra album, so my chances get better with you Cycle, cycle, cycle, cycle, cycle, cycle, cycle, cycle, cycle I hear you wanna feel your tongue on my teeth So I do my best to keep in line You're human and you trip sometimes, yeah Keep it a buck two-fifty Let me know if you're a little bit iffy Don't know what you want, you're complicated I'm frustrated, nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah I'm so wasted for you, cuz you perfect, good lord I should've put more effort in it I'm runnin' through the race to finish I'm like, * it, your heart don't know what it does, yeah I'm lookin' for my Michael album, so my chances get better with you Cycle, cycle, cycle, cycle, cycle, cycle, cycle, cycle, cycle, cycle, cycle Cycle, cycle, cycle, cycle, cycle, cycle, cycle, cycle, cycle If you don't get your ass up off this couch, man I promise, you ain't never gonna be * You ain't never gonna do * Matter of fact, you gon' sit there with a dumbass look on your face like, Why me? Nigga, nobody care about how you feel