For You
Don't we look so good next to each other?
Wake up texting each other
Have a good day
Winky face with a nude pic, cause you knew this
Is the type of shit a nigga need while I'm gone away
Been a while since I've had some
Ooo I can't wait til I make it back home
Hit it from the back, while I grab on that ass
Squeezing the lemons of life
You wet like a bath, splash
Round 2 in the shower
Another ten minutes turn into an hour
Running late for work, but it's all good
When you run the building and the schedule is in your power
Soon we gon' get there baby we a team
Tag team with the baby in and out the ring
Life is a fight, keep ya hands up
Roll with the punches and roll up the weed
(Yeah)
Yeah, yeah
I'm just getting this money (Money)
Yeah, yeah
And she still gettin' her money (Money)
Na, na
We hardly spend any time
Yeah, yeah
Cause we both gettin' that money
I love the way you work it
I love to watch you work it
Ooo good god girl you're perfect
I swear to God you're fucking perfect
For you I'll keep working
For you I'll keep working
C'mon let's make this worth it
We could work it out if it ain't working
Let me pull them panties down
So wusup mami are you down?
Can we talk about it?
Can we let it all out?
Six figures on hold while we figure this out
Pour some wine, take the edge off
Feeling like we on the edge, one of us is 'bout to jump off
Meet me halfway mami I'll be right there
This could either be a dream or a nightmare
Whisper in my ear, tell me what I wana hear
We can do it we can rekindle what we had?
Light a bunch of candles all around the room for ya?
Ya know I'm 'bout that judging from the past
Now it's your turn
Let me see you work for it like ya day job
It'll pay off if you turn our flame on
Every night you're coming home to a day spa
Take the weight off with the clothes on ya waist uh
Yeah, yeah
I'm just getting this money (Money)
Yeah, yeah
And she still gettin' her money (Money)
Na, na
We hardly spend any time
Yeah, yeah
Cause we both gettin' that money
I love the way you work it
I love to watch you work it
Ooo good god girl you're perfect
I swear to God you're fucking perfect
For you I'll keep working
For you I'll keep working
C'mon let's make this worth it
We could work it out if it ain't working
When I come thru to pick you up
Give me some right before we pull off
Brand new crib take ya shoes off
Rip it all off like a coupon (Strip down)
Take it all off let your mind rest
Never mind what the time is
This time I'ma spend my time on you
With a lil cash, blowing money like ash
Always down to burn one you ain't gotta ask
I'ma give it to you like you got me so mad
Got me so high I don't know where low is at
You're my Lois Lane, I'm your superman
Superwomen, cause it ain't human how you do it
Everything you do, you do it like there's nothing to it
They got nothing on you, they got no case
Case closed on them hoes they get no taste
Cold face when another man tries to holla
Let em know its mine, then get back to the dollar
Tell me who's it is when I'm making love to it
Know you're loving it when I bite ya upper lip
Hold you up, while you hold me down right
Damn right I'll be on the next flight just to make it right, mami time flies
And what's first class, if you ain't around with me on the round trip back (Damn)
(For you, for you)
(For you, for you)
(Na na na na, na, na na)
(For you, for you)
(For you, for you)
Wake up texting each other
Have a good day
Winky face with a nude pic, cause you knew this
Is the type of shit a nigga need while I'm gone away
Been a while since I've had some
Ooo I can't wait til I make it back home
Hit it from the back, while I grab on that ass
Squeezing the lemons of life
You wet like a bath, splash
Round 2 in the shower
Another ten minutes turn into an hour
Running late for work, but it's all good
When you run the building and the schedule is in your power
Soon we gon' get there baby we a team
Tag team with the baby in and out the ring
Life is a fight, keep ya hands up
Roll with the punches and roll up the weed
(Yeah)
Yeah, yeah
I'm just getting this money (Money)
Yeah, yeah
And she still gettin' her money (Money)
Na, na
We hardly spend any time
Yeah, yeah
Cause we both gettin' that money
I love the way you work it
I love to watch you work it
Ooo good god girl you're perfect
I swear to God you're fucking perfect
For you I'll keep working
For you I'll keep working
C'mon let's make this worth it
We could work it out if it ain't working
Let me pull them panties down
So wusup mami are you down?
Can we talk about it?
Can we let it all out?
Six figures on hold while we figure this out
Pour some wine, take the edge off
Feeling like we on the edge, one of us is 'bout to jump off
Meet me halfway mami I'll be right there
This could either be a dream or a nightmare
Whisper in my ear, tell me what I wana hear
We can do it we can rekindle what we had?
Light a bunch of candles all around the room for ya?
Ya know I'm 'bout that judging from the past
Now it's your turn
Let me see you work for it like ya day job
It'll pay off if you turn our flame on
Every night you're coming home to a day spa
Take the weight off with the clothes on ya waist uh
Yeah, yeah
I'm just getting this money (Money)
Yeah, yeah
And she still gettin' her money (Money)
Na, na
We hardly spend any time
Yeah, yeah
Cause we both gettin' that money
I love the way you work it
I love to watch you work it
Ooo good god girl you're perfect
I swear to God you're fucking perfect
For you I'll keep working
For you I'll keep working
C'mon let's make this worth it
We could work it out if it ain't working
When I come thru to pick you up
Give me some right before we pull off
Brand new crib take ya shoes off
Rip it all off like a coupon (Strip down)
Take it all off let your mind rest
Never mind what the time is
This time I'ma spend my time on you
With a lil cash, blowing money like ash
Always down to burn one you ain't gotta ask
I'ma give it to you like you got me so mad
Got me so high I don't know where low is at
You're my Lois Lane, I'm your superman
Superwomen, cause it ain't human how you do it
Everything you do, you do it like there's nothing to it
They got nothing on you, they got no case
Case closed on them hoes they get no taste
Cold face when another man tries to holla
Let em know its mine, then get back to the dollar
Tell me who's it is when I'm making love to it
Know you're loving it when I bite ya upper lip
Hold you up, while you hold me down right
Damn right I'll be on the next flight just to make it right, mami time flies
And what's first class, if you ain't around with me on the round trip back (Damn)
(For you, for you)
(For you, for you)
(Na na na na, na, na na)
(For you, for you)
(For you, for you)
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Writer(s): Erik Diaz
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