Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quateisha Major
Songwriter
Lyrics
I got my own money just pull up with the vibes
What is it got you hooked my lips or my eyes
From the hood say I look like I'm fresh out the tropics
Body sick but it do not need no antibiotics
The look in your eyes it look like you wanna risk it
Drunk past ya limit say I'm fine like a ticket
Say I'm not like no other women that you ever been with
I know, I know, I know this feeling feels different
I mean who has ever made you feel like this
Bet you never ever had no splash with a grip
Who has ever gave you a vibe like this
Who has ever made you smile like this
Last time that I checked I Just got that affect
With every nigga I met I mean no disrespect
My presence better than Sex what you wanna bet
Can't deny it with the goosebumps down ya neck
What it gone take to get to home base
Don't really care about your bank
Don't need the money you make
Let's get this straight
Don't make no mistake
Cause I got my own paper sitting up in the safe
What's it gone take to get to home base
Don't really care about your bank
Don't need the money you make
Let's get this straight
Don't make no mistake
Cause I got my own paper sitting up in the safe
See I got you hooked like I threw the rail in it
Whoever got you on lock Imma throw the bail in it
Weather she like it or not
I like you a lot
I got a spot I could take you back like a shot
Usually I break hearts I'm trinna keep yours in tack
What's ya zodiac I'm trinna see if we a match
I hope you not like any niggas I know
I'm still trinna line my exes like in tic tac toe whoa
I know I know I know you wanna feel me and hold me
You wanna pull me in closely and feel on me slowly
I know I know I know you wanna make me ya only
Take me home so you could show me off like a trophy
It's no pressure let ya
Body flow I'll catch ya
I bet you never had nothing that's better
Imma let you do whatever
I just wanna pleasure
I just wanna lay ya body down like a stretcher
What it gone take to get to home base
Don't really care about your bank
Don't need the money you make
Let's get this straight
Don't make no mistake
Cause I got my own paper sitting up in the safe
What's it gone take to get to home base
Don't really care about your bank
Don't need the money you make
Let's get this straight
Don't make no mistake
Cause I got my own paper sitting up in the safe
What is it got you hooked my lips or my eyes
What is it got you hooked my lips or my eyes
What is it got you hooked my lips or my eyes
Usually I break hearts I'm trinna keep yours in tack
Writer(s): Quateisha Major
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