Priority
Workin' hard, never hardly workin'
I'm not perfect, I got things that I'm still workin' on
Things that I'm still workin' on
She tell me that I'm
Always in the hype of the weekend
Always catchin' flights, always leavin'
Let's do somethin' nice for this evenin'
I gotta make time 'cause she need it
She gon' keep it tight like her weave
She gon' keep it tight like her weave in
You got what I like, what I need
Girl, I ain't gon' fight with this feelin'
Ooh, lil' shawty cut but she ain't bleedin'
I put her an ice but she anemic, freezin'
Burberry coat, just to keep you cozy, it's that season
But shawty got that fire so she won't need it, believe me
Baby, you're a priority
She like when I make time and take time to FaceTime
So, in different time zones, we still end up on the same time
Her's Rollie, mine Cartiér but the face diamonds, believe me
Lovin' you baby is too easy
Like Sunday mornin', like Sunday mornin'
You woke up yawnin' under my arm
No undergarments, know I'm
Workin' hard, never hardly workin'
I'm not perfect, I got things that I'm still workin' on
Things that I'm still workin' on
She tell me that I'm
Always in the hype of the weekend
Always catchin' flights, always leavin'
Let's do somethin' nice for this evenin'
I gotta make time 'cause she need it
She gon' keep it tight like her weave
She gon' keep it tight like her weave in
You got what I like, what I need
Girl, I ain't gon' fight with this feelin'
I stay workin' on the job, baby
I stay tied up on the clock, baby
Drop everythin' when you call except the ball, baby
Fall baby, know I gotta leave but I'll call, baby
She say it's takin' way too long for you to call, babe
(Way, way, way too long)
She say it's takin' way too long for you to come home, babe
(Way, way, way too long, long, long)
She in her feels, I got it
Turn the wheel, I'm comin' to send chills down your body (I'm on my way)
Turn the wheel I'm comin' to rebuild, now I got it (I'm on my way)
Baby, I just pulled up to the crib (I just pulled up to the crib, I'm outside, girl)
Workin' hard, never hardly workin' (hardly workin')
I'm not perfect, I got things that I'm (work, work, work, work)
Still workin' on
Things that I'm still workin' on
Ayy
I tell shawty I ain't, I ain't perfect by any means
One thing I know for sure
That you're a priority
I'm not perfect, I got things that I'm still workin' on
Things that I'm still workin' on
She tell me that I'm
Always in the hype of the weekend
Always catchin' flights, always leavin'
Let's do somethin' nice for this evenin'
I gotta make time 'cause she need it
She gon' keep it tight like her weave
She gon' keep it tight like her weave in
You got what I like, what I need
Girl, I ain't gon' fight with this feelin'
Ooh, lil' shawty cut but she ain't bleedin'
I put her an ice but she anemic, freezin'
Burberry coat, just to keep you cozy, it's that season
But shawty got that fire so she won't need it, believe me
Baby, you're a priority
She like when I make time and take time to FaceTime
So, in different time zones, we still end up on the same time
Her's Rollie, mine Cartiér but the face diamonds, believe me
Lovin' you baby is too easy
Like Sunday mornin', like Sunday mornin'
You woke up yawnin' under my arm
No undergarments, know I'm
Workin' hard, never hardly workin'
I'm not perfect, I got things that I'm still workin' on
Things that I'm still workin' on
She tell me that I'm
Always in the hype of the weekend
Always catchin' flights, always leavin'
Let's do somethin' nice for this evenin'
I gotta make time 'cause she need it
She gon' keep it tight like her weave
She gon' keep it tight like her weave in
You got what I like, what I need
Girl, I ain't gon' fight with this feelin'
I stay workin' on the job, baby
I stay tied up on the clock, baby
Drop everythin' when you call except the ball, baby
Fall baby, know I gotta leave but I'll call, baby
She say it's takin' way too long for you to call, babe
(Way, way, way too long)
She say it's takin' way too long for you to come home, babe
(Way, way, way too long, long, long)
She in her feels, I got it
Turn the wheel, I'm comin' to send chills down your body (I'm on my way)
Turn the wheel I'm comin' to rebuild, now I got it (I'm on my way)
Baby, I just pulled up to the crib (I just pulled up to the crib, I'm outside, girl)
Workin' hard, never hardly workin' (hardly workin')
I'm not perfect, I got things that I'm (work, work, work, work)
Still workin' on
Things that I'm still workin' on
Ayy
I tell shawty I ain't, I ain't perfect by any means
One thing I know for sure
That you're a priority
Credits
Writer(s): Diego Avendano, Chambers, Inconnu Compisiteur Auteur, Bankroll, Byron
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