Sake
I'm sippin' sake in Versace
I'm sippin' sake in Versace
Feelin' on your body
Flowers, Murakami
For my mommy, know she got me
Sun kissed lil' shawty
Love the way she move her body
I love it how she back it up
And then she climb on top me
Back it up
Back it up
Back it up, mama
We on the same team
Get you what you want mama
You got me goin' crazy
Thinkin' about you mama
Got me doin' anything
To call you my lil' mama
Imma make you pop
I'll let you flaunt
She like all my Louis and jewelry
It cost a lot
Goin' out I'll take you to
5 star restaurants
Imma Prada boy
But mama rockin' Saint Laurent
Mama want a two seater
But don't want no one to see her
Told her "five percent tint"
And switch lanes when you see em"
I just copped a new freezer
And it came with the key
Said she wanna stay the night
That's no problem with me
The devil wears Prada
So mama know I been sinnin'
Give her what she want
So she don't do any bitchin'
Birkin' bags, Louis Vuitton
And Raf Simons
Stayin' up late at night
'Cause this Sake got me trippin'
I'm sippin' sake in Versace
Feelin' on your body
Flowers, Murakami
For my mommy, know she got me
Sun kissed lil' shawty
Love the way she move her body
I love it how she back it up
And then she climb on top me
Back it up
Back it up
Back it up, mama
We on the same team
Get you what you want mama
You got me goin' crazy
Thinkin' about you mama
Got me doin' anything
To call you my lil' mama
I'll give you what you want
You be fine as hell
Take you to Milan
I could take you out to Wales
Say the magic words
And I'm bussin' down ya nails
Secrets safe with me lil' baby
I don't kiss and tell
Buy you that Chanel
You got me under your spell
Mama so sweet
She tastin' like caramel
Imma go to hell
Mama don't care
She off of the Sake and she singin' fairy tales
I'm sippin' sake in Versace
Feelin' on your body
Flowers, Murakami
For my mommy, know she got me
Sun kissed lil' shawty
Love the way she move her body
I love it how she back it up
And then she climb on top me
Back it up
Back it up
Back it up, mama
We on the same team
Get you what you want mama
You got me goin' crazy
Thinkin' about you mama
Got me doin' anything
To call you my lil' mama
I'm sippin' sake in Versace
Feelin' on your body
Flowers, Murakami
For my mommy, know she got me
Sun kissed lil' shawty
Love the way she move her body
I love it how she back it up
And then she climb on top me
Back it up
Back it up
Back it up, mama
We on the same team
Get you what you want mama
You got me goin' crazy
Thinkin' about you mama
Got me doin' anything
To call you my lil' mama
Imma make you pop
I'll let you flaunt
She like all my Louis and jewelry
It cost a lot
Goin' out I'll take you to
5 star restaurants
Imma Prada boy
But mama rockin' Saint Laurent
Mama want a two seater
But don't want no one to see her
Told her "five percent tint"
And switch lanes when you see em"
I just copped a new freezer
And it came with the key
Said she wanna stay the night
That's no problem with me
The devil wears Prada
So mama know I been sinnin'
Give her what she want
So she don't do any bitchin'
Birkin' bags, Louis Vuitton
And Raf Simons
Stayin' up late at night
'Cause this Sake got me trippin'
I'm sippin' sake in Versace
Feelin' on your body
Flowers, Murakami
For my mommy, know she got me
Sun kissed lil' shawty
Love the way she move her body
I love it how she back it up
And then she climb on top me
Back it up
Back it up
Back it up, mama
We on the same team
Get you what you want mama
You got me goin' crazy
Thinkin' about you mama
Got me doin' anything
To call you my lil' mama
I'll give you what you want
You be fine as hell
Take you to Milan
I could take you out to Wales
Say the magic words
And I'm bussin' down ya nails
Secrets safe with me lil' baby
I don't kiss and tell
Buy you that Chanel
You got me under your spell
Mama so sweet
She tastin' like caramel
Imma go to hell
Mama don't care
She off of the Sake and she singin' fairy tales
I'm sippin' sake in Versace
Feelin' on your body
Flowers, Murakami
For my mommy, know she got me
Sun kissed lil' shawty
Love the way she move her body
I love it how she back it up
And then she climb on top me
Back it up
Back it up
Back it up, mama
We on the same team
Get you what you want mama
You got me goin' crazy
Thinkin' about you mama
Got me doin' anything
To call you my lil' mama
Credits
Writer(s): Dillyn Thomas
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