GET OFF

Been a couple minutes since I've been alone
Got a couple matches blowing up my phone
I might fuck around and let one in my home
But Imma make him work for it, work for it
2am, he pulls up in his tinted Benz
Type of guy to fly me out with all my friends
Lead him to the room and we know how this ends
But Imma make him work for it, work for it

Talk the talk, but he can't go longer
He came, he saw, but he didn't conquer
Someone couldn't pull out the sword
And he fumbling the bag down under
I don't deserve less than a hundred
Gotta send him out the door

Get off of my bed, get your shit out my room
I can get off on my own, I never needed you
I'm getting it, getting off, I'm doing it for me
Turn the lights down a notch, I'm doing it for me
Get off of my bed, get your shit out my room
Baby I'm not 'bout to beg, cause you're killing the mood
I'm getting it, getting off, I'm doing it for me
Turn the lights down a notch, I'm doing it for me

Now I'm in the club because he couldn't please
New man poppin' bottles in the VIP
Said that he was drafted for the NBA
And if we mess around I'll have to sign an NDA

Found someone just a little taller
Buy me Prada, he a big baller
Treat me like a queen on his court
But he had another girl down under
I don't deserve less than a hundred
Gotta send him out the door

Get off of my bed, get your shit out my room
I can get off on my own, I never needed you
I'm getting it, getting off, I'm doing it for me
Turn the lights down a notch, I'm doing it for me
Get off of my bed, get your shit out my room
Baby I'm not 'bout to beg, cause you're killing the mood
I'm getting it, getting off, I'm doing it for me
Turn the lights down a notch, I'm doing it for me



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