For Her
Yeah, yeah
You look like you're sunkissed in the moonlight, yeah
Fireworks, fireworks
I got my hands in the air
I got my hands on your body
I love her for her
Ay yo
Anything she want she gets
New jewelry and designer gifts
Only her, up inside a whip
If she a goddess then I guess I'm worshiping
They say im pussy whipped
She so raw and unbothered
The way she walk make you wanna holla
She only entertain if it's for the dollars
She tryna own the bank, you still owing dollars (She can't have that)
Team dark skin, that melanin
We breaking the mattress in
She taxiing they mackin'
On trips, relaxing
Hating bitches, do back spins
Yeah, yeah
You look like you're sunkissed in the moonlight, yeah
Fireworks, fireworks
I got my hands in the air
I got my hands on your body
I love her for her
We making all kinds of mistakes Leaving prints on sheets like it's body paint
Lobster and steaks on the dinner plate
Uh
While they losing all kinds of weight (I can't have that)
Big boss chick, she flaunt it
She don't fuck with them lame fools, they toxic
Try to play it cool as if you got options
She don't care if you not watching, cause God is
She like when I tell her grand rising
Should see her smile when I send money to the island
You should tell buddy quit wild'n
Before things get violent and get a visit from the sirens
Blow!
Yeah, yeah
You look like you're sunkissed in the moonlight, yeah
Fireworks, fireworks
I got my hands in the air
I got my hands on your body
I love her for her
You look like you're sunkissed in the moonlight, yeah
Fireworks, fireworks
I got my hands in the air
I got my hands on your body
I love her for her
Ay yo
Anything she want she gets
New jewelry and designer gifts
Only her, up inside a whip
If she a goddess then I guess I'm worshiping
They say im pussy whipped
She so raw and unbothered
The way she walk make you wanna holla
She only entertain if it's for the dollars
She tryna own the bank, you still owing dollars (She can't have that)
Team dark skin, that melanin
We breaking the mattress in
She taxiing they mackin'
On trips, relaxing
Hating bitches, do back spins
Yeah, yeah
You look like you're sunkissed in the moonlight, yeah
Fireworks, fireworks
I got my hands in the air
I got my hands on your body
I love her for her
We making all kinds of mistakes Leaving prints on sheets like it's body paint
Lobster and steaks on the dinner plate
Uh
While they losing all kinds of weight (I can't have that)
Big boss chick, she flaunt it
She don't fuck with them lame fools, they toxic
Try to play it cool as if you got options
She don't care if you not watching, cause God is
She like when I tell her grand rising
Should see her smile when I send money to the island
You should tell buddy quit wild'n
Before things get violent and get a visit from the sirens
Blow!
Yeah, yeah
You look like you're sunkissed in the moonlight, yeah
Fireworks, fireworks
I got my hands in the air
I got my hands on your body
I love her for her
Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Stanford
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