Ginuwine

Six down to fifty nine Slipping off the dinner wine Lay it down to Ginuwine Baby i ain't greedy I'ma meet you at the finish line Cocky when i hit it Cause i got it and i know it's mine I ain't finna gas you Girl you know you fine And if a bitch forget her place Tell her fall in line Na My shorty don't play when it come to me Wanna double up a K tell'em come to me Yea come to me Know you love it God opening doors for me something like a hundred keys We been planting money trees They ain't wanting none of these Shooters at yo head for a nigga like a hundred thieves Working all winter time But for you i got the time Anytime All the time If you need me Call the line Ring the cell Knock the door Ring the bell Bring it home Girl you know i got it for you If you need me right now Aye DJ Turn me up and turn the lights down Aye Pour another just to see if you can taste that Ain't no twelve on the shots we don't chase that I know you wanna get there but you gotta pace that Going hard in all you do that's why you stay stacked Acting up since you got single must be pay back That's why that waist snacked That's why that ass fat That's why you talking all yo shit girl you can say that Fuck them niggas baby you know we go way back I can't play that I'm on the way back Hundred on the dash going Six down to fifty nine Slipping off the dinner wine Lay it down to Ginuwine Baby I ain't greedy I'ma meet you at the finish line Anytime All the time If you need me Call the line Ring the cell Knock the door Ring the bell Bring it home Girl you know I got it for you If you need me right now Aye DJ Turn me up and turn the lights down