Naughty Queen

Yea
(Let's get into it)
Oh yea, oh yea
Oh yeaaeeaaaaa
(Woop! woop!)
Uh huh, Uh
Let's go
Yea

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First thing I'ma do is call to collect
Gotta pay the girl when she drop it to the flo
And she pick it up slow bring it back once mo yea
Bring your friend cuz you're both getting wrecked
Courtside views of you kissing on her neck
I'ma get involved gimme just one second
All these drugs make it hard to erect (Hold up...)
Pull up
Then I flex (Woop)
Brand new Ferrari cost a treasure chest (Cost a treasure chest)
Countin' money by the briefcase
I don't care about the he say, but she say
When I talk to her nicely
That shawty wanna bite me
Now I must say that the offer's enticing
No I wouldn't be minding yea (Yea)

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First thing I'ma do is call to collect (Go head!)
Gotta pay the girl when she drop it to the flo
And she pick it up slow, bring it back once mo yea
Yea
Mic check mic check
First thing I'ma do is call to collect (Call to collect)
Gotta pay the girl when she drop it to the flo
And she pick it up slow bring it back once mo

Shawty got me so
Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiggghhhhh
I can hardly make the face out in front of me (In front of me)
Poppin bottles of that bubbly
Now nothing can trouble me
You aint higher up cuz you messy
Just like a bowl of spaghetti
All these niggas say they the shit, but they
Shit don't impress me (No)
Don't come up tryna press me
(You pressin') (Got it)
I'm so high I think Uber need a jet
I ain't goin in till I feel it soaking wet
Blunt cut bangs with a low cut dress
Shawty fuck me like she paying off a debt
When I give her pipe she can feel it in her chest (Uh)
Everywhere I go I get treated like a guest, no (Uh-uh)
I can't rest (Nuh-uh)
Feelings too intense (Yea)
Yea

Mic check mic check
First thing I'ma do is call to collect (Call to collect)
Gotta pay the girl when she drop it to the flo
And she pick it up slow bring it back once mo yea
Yea
Mic check mic check
First thing I'ma do is call to collect
Gotta pay the girl when she drop it to the flo
And she pick it up slow bring it back once mo
Uh huh
Tell 'em

Baby I'ma need more
Once wasn't enough I'm sure (I'm sure)
I'm sick and your body is the remedy
Come on baby grind on me
Got the club burning to the third degree
I got everything how much more you need
Cuz I got that too
Hop in that whip bitch if you tryna cruise
Lord knows I'ma demon who let me loose
Gotta choice but it's clear who she tryna choose
(It's clear baby)
Turn that pussy into pudding you can find the proof
(You can find it)
Throw up them deuces I win you lose
Yea

Mic check mic check
First thing I'ma do is call to collect
Gotta pay the girl when she drop it to the flo
And she pick it up slow bring it back once mo yea
Yea
Mic check mic check
First thing I'ma do is call to collect
Gotta pay the girl when she drop it to the flo
And she pick it up slow bring it back once mo



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Turner
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