Show Me

Oolala, first flight out of MIA

Oolala, pop up on me, don't be late

We don't need chase

Call me up, if your man ain't home

Run it up, buss it down

Show me how it go

Don't tell me how you feel, don't need to roll the dice

But fuck it girl, you might as well just spend the night

'Cause oolala, oolala, way she throw it back

'Way she back all of my yak

Said she love me, that's a fact

'Way she look me in my eyes, make me want it more

Strip down for me, baby girl, what you waiting for?

Only rocking satin silk, Ritz Hotel robes

I like you and you like Ace, won't you pour some more?

We can book a flight to Cannes by the weekend come

Blasting Loft Music in a mansion, oh my Lord

She span it round, 'lil mama made my kingdom come

Brought a friend, double down for ménage

À trois

Oolala, first flight out of MIA

Oolala, pop up on me, don't be late

We don't need chase

Call me up, if your man ain't home

Run it up, buss it down

Show me how it go

She work through the week just to get dick on the weekend

I got one night for you, I might just leave in the AM

But she jumped in the pool she want good sex (sex)

'Way she pressing on me, she might leave a dent

Oolala, first flight out of MIA

Oolala, pop up on me, don't be late

We don't need chase

Call me up, if your man ain't home

Run it up, buss it down

Show me how it go