Onyx
Aye
Aye
It's two AM, I don't know how we ended up at this spot (Mmh)
Way past peak drinking, I'm too fucked up (Fucked)
Swervin' and swanging, almost crashed the truck
Me and my niggas made it, now what's up? (Ye, yeah)
I walked into the club, blue lights might keep me up
Lil' mama poppin' it for all my dollars (Ooh)
These bitches boppin' 'round, watching ones go up for her, aye
Houston (Yah)
I found your love and left you down in Houston (Yah)
You let me beat it up and kept it moving (Yah)
That must have took finesse, I said it with my chest
I got what I was looking for in Houston, aye
It's 6PM, ain't got shit to do (Shit)
Come see me girl, you know you want to
Aye, girl you know better
It's a hundred degree weather
And you and your girls know what's up
Come show me 'round, show me 'round this party
I ain't here to just watch this shit
No valet, crash the whip, don't park it
No young nigga ride a whip like this (Oh)
That's facts (Facts)
And I took her all this cash (Cash)
Mama go 'head grab that bag (Bag)
'Cause I only throw all my cash when I'm in
Houston (Yah)
I found your love and left you down in Houston (Yah)
You let me beat it up and kept it moving (Yah)
That must have took finesse, I said it with my chest
I got what I was looking for in Houston
I found your love and left you down in Houston
You let me wear you out and kept it moving
That must have took finesse, I said it with my chest
I got what I was looking for in
Aye
It's two AM, I don't know how we ended up at this spot (Mmh)
Way past peak drinking, I'm too fucked up (Fucked)
Swervin' and swanging, almost crashed the truck
Me and my niggas made it, now what's up? (Ye, yeah)
I walked into the club, blue lights might keep me up
Lil' mama poppin' it for all my dollars (Ooh)
These bitches boppin' 'round, watching ones go up for her, aye
Houston (Yah)
I found your love and left you down in Houston (Yah)
You let me beat it up and kept it moving (Yah)
That must have took finesse, I said it with my chest
I got what I was looking for in Houston, aye
It's 6PM, ain't got shit to do (Shit)
Come see me girl, you know you want to
Aye, girl you know better
It's a hundred degree weather
And you and your girls know what's up
Come show me 'round, show me 'round this party
I ain't here to just watch this shit
No valet, crash the whip, don't park it
No young nigga ride a whip like this (Oh)
That's facts (Facts)
And I took her all this cash (Cash)
Mama go 'head grab that bag (Bag)
'Cause I only throw all my cash when I'm in
Houston (Yah)
I found your love and left you down in Houston (Yah)
You let me beat it up and kept it moving (Yah)
That must have took finesse, I said it with my chest
I got what I was looking for in Houston
I found your love and left you down in Houston
You let me wear you out and kept it moving
That must have took finesse, I said it with my chest
I got what I was looking for in
Credits
Writer(s): O. Ismail
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