Press Me

Ooh
Ooh

Can I touch that?
I ain't come to conversate like, "What's that?" (What?)
It's that million-dollar play
I get respect (re') when I'm in and out of state
All eyes on me, but you can have it your way
I be off that (whoa) Don Julio, leanin'
I need a pretty young (young) dime who ain't conceited
That match my tempo (oh), impress me, yeah

Energy, yeah
Give it all to me, yeah
Come press me, yeah
Come take what you need, yeah
Let me see you dance in front of me, yeah
Impress me (oh, na-na)
Impress me (oh, na-na), baby (yeah)

Oh, na-na
Oh, na-na (baby)
Oh, na-na
Impress me, baby

Let's hit the tropics, white sand on your feet
Now we're locked in, baby, this ain't South Beach
Girl, you're top ten, you a certified freak
One night with me'll have you goin' for weeks
You got motion
All the body on you got me losin' focus
Takes time, slow whine, I'm like, "Oh, sh-"
Push that pedal, girl, you got me floatin'

Energy, yeah (energy)
Give it all to me, yeah
Come press me, yeah (come press me)
Come take what you need, yeah
Let me see you dance in front of me, yeah
Impress me (oh, na-na)
Impress me (oh, na-na), baby

Oh, na-na
Oh, na-na (baby)
Oh, na-na
Impress me, baby



Credits
Writer(s): Ronald Ray Bryant, Christopher Maurice Brown, Christian Ward, Peter Ian Ring, Christopher Chrishan Dotson, Patrizio Pigliapoco, Aliaume Damala Badara Thiam, Andre Robertson, Derelle De Sean Rideout
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