Sun Sex!
Duh duh duh duh duh duh duh
Duh duh duh duh duh duh duh
Duh duh duh duh duh duh duh
Duh duh duh duh duh duh duh
Tell em empty ya pockets
He want the goodies
I want your wallet
I want the ice
Cuz im a diamond
Told him my name sunny
Thats why im shining
They throwing shade
But im tryna get paid
My baby told me get you
Some money and make it rain
Im tryna reign
Cant do that on a budget
He wanna get laid
But i aint budging if he aint
Reaching for the safe
I bring the energy
I bring the fire
I possess everything that
You're body desires
If you tryna spark me up
Dont bring a lighter
Just give me your money
Now thats what i call sun sex
Now thats what i call sun sex
Now thats what i call sun sex
I want the world
Give me a world tour
I want a beach view
And i want marble floors
When he want another round
He clapping like encores
And if she bad
I'm going down like low scores
You throwing shade
But im tryna get paid
My baby told me get you
Some money and make it rain
Im tryna reign
Yep im talking MJ
He wanna get laid
But i aint budging if he aint
Reaching for the safe
I bring the energy
I bring the fire
I possess everything that
You're body desires
If you tryna spark me up
Dont bring a lighter
Just give me your money
Now thats what i call sun sex
Now thats what i call sun sex
Now thats what i call sun sex
This is the anthem
This is the fucking anthem
Throw some ass in the air
And shake to this anthem
He say that im pretty
Im thinking he kinda handsome
If i get these titties
Im holding bitches for ransom
Ransom
Ransom
Took his money and ran some
I look like i intended
These other chickens look random
When my album drop
Imma boil em with some swanson
Take em out the pot
Eat it up then digest em
Money making mind
Ya money be steady guessing
Im guessing thats why they hating
Harder than perez and
My life is a present
Im still counting my blessings
He say bend it over
I bend it over and bless him
Im a pop star
You aint poppin bitch
Go chew on a pop tart
Check my resume hoe
At the top charts
Got a lot of toys
I aint talking nascar
And im stocking like a mother fucking full bar
Round one me you dont want round two
Yea im little but i know a little kung-fu
Little sunny gone shine cuz im posed to
Im a legend in the making
Cut the beat loose
Duh duh duh duh duh duh duh
Duh duh duh duh duh duh duh
Duh duh duh duh duh duh duh
Tell em empty ya pockets
He want the goodies
I want your wallet
I want the ice
Cuz im a diamond
Told him my name sunny
Thats why im shining
They throwing shade
But im tryna get paid
My baby told me get you
Some money and make it rain
Im tryna reign
Cant do that on a budget
He wanna get laid
But i aint budging if he aint
Reaching for the safe
I bring the energy
I bring the fire
I possess everything that
You're body desires
If you tryna spark me up
Dont bring a lighter
Just give me your money
Now thats what i call sun sex
Now thats what i call sun sex
Now thats what i call sun sex
I want the world
Give me a world tour
I want a beach view
And i want marble floors
When he want another round
He clapping like encores
And if she bad
I'm going down like low scores
You throwing shade
But im tryna get paid
My baby told me get you
Some money and make it rain
Im tryna reign
Yep im talking MJ
He wanna get laid
But i aint budging if he aint
Reaching for the safe
I bring the energy
I bring the fire
I possess everything that
You're body desires
If you tryna spark me up
Dont bring a lighter
Just give me your money
Now thats what i call sun sex
Now thats what i call sun sex
Now thats what i call sun sex
This is the anthem
This is the fucking anthem
Throw some ass in the air
And shake to this anthem
He say that im pretty
Im thinking he kinda handsome
If i get these titties
Im holding bitches for ransom
Ransom
Ransom
Took his money and ran some
I look like i intended
These other chickens look random
When my album drop
Imma boil em with some swanson
Take em out the pot
Eat it up then digest em
Money making mind
Ya money be steady guessing
Im guessing thats why they hating
Harder than perez and
My life is a present
Im still counting my blessings
He say bend it over
I bend it over and bless him
Im a pop star
You aint poppin bitch
Go chew on a pop tart
Check my resume hoe
At the top charts
Got a lot of toys
I aint talking nascar
And im stocking like a mother fucking full bar
Round one me you dont want round two
Yea im little but i know a little kung-fu
Little sunny gone shine cuz im posed to
Im a legend in the making
Cut the beat loose
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Writer(s): Sunny Grant
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