8 (feat. FLO) - Remix
FLO (haha)
I'm in the mood
You know what to do
Treat this like some food
Ten minus two with you
Ain't the point of cake
Just to eat it too?
I'm tryna get ate
Ten minus two with you
Had a taste, and now you're on it like an addict (oh)
Got you hungry for it, fiendin' for it, automatic (oh)
I ain't ever really been that good at mathematics
But I've been countin' down the days until you're gettin' it
Countin' all the ways that you've been hittin' it
One, yeah, he booked the restaurant
But he want a dessert for dinner
And two, he know how to use his tongue
Three laps and he's a swimmer
No shade, before play (oh)
Takes me up to five, six, seven, to the heavens
You're the one 'cause I'm tryna get ate
I'm in the mood (ate)
You know what to do (ate, ate)
Treat this like some food
Ten minus two with you
Ain't the point of cake
Just to eat it too? (Oh)
I'm tryna get ate
Ten minus two with you
Eight, eight, eight, eight
Eight, eight, eight, eight
Eight, eight, eight, eight
Eight, eight, eight
You don't need them clothes when you walk in here (take 'em off)
Even let you pick out your favorite tattoo (to lick up on)
Dive in love, baby, you're wakin' my Poseidon up
Love when you're slippin' and you slidin' up
One more touch and then I erupt
Let's vibe for a minute
His black card didn't even come with no limits
Big body Benz, got the windows tinted
We can get nasty up in the backseat with it
Got these ass cheeks liftin' up
Wouldn't be me if I ain't get a little nasty
Lick me, rub me, kiss me, touch me (oh, oh)
Don't put it past me 'cause I'm
I'm in the mood (mood)
You know what to do (do)
Treat this like some food (ah)
Ten minus two with you (two)
Ain't the point of cake
Just to eat it too?
I'm tryna get ate (ate)
Ten minus two with you (oh, no)
Eight, eight, eight, eight
Eight, eight, eight, eight (I'm tryna get ya, I'm tryna get ate)
Eight, eight, eight, eight (ate)
Eight, eight, eight, eight (I'm tryna get ate)
I'm in the mood
You know what to do (do)
Treat this like some food
Ten minus two with you (ten minus two)
Ain't the point of cake (cake)
Just to eat it too? (Just to eat it too)
I'm tryna get ate (ate)
Ten minus two with you (ate, yeah, ten minus two with you)
Eight, eight, eight, eight
Eight, eight, eight, eight (ate)
Eight, eight, eight, eight (yeah)
Eight, eight, eight, eight (I'm tryna get ya, just tryna get ate)
I'm tryna get ate, yeah
FLO
I'm in the mood
You know what to do
Treat this like some food
Ten minus two with you
Ain't the point of cake
Just to eat it too?
I'm tryna get ate
Ten minus two with you
Had a taste, and now you're on it like an addict (oh)
Got you hungry for it, fiendin' for it, automatic (oh)
I ain't ever really been that good at mathematics
But I've been countin' down the days until you're gettin' it
Countin' all the ways that you've been hittin' it
One, yeah, he booked the restaurant
But he want a dessert for dinner
And two, he know how to use his tongue
Three laps and he's a swimmer
No shade, before play (oh)
Takes me up to five, six, seven, to the heavens
You're the one 'cause I'm tryna get ate
I'm in the mood (ate)
You know what to do (ate, ate)
Treat this like some food
Ten minus two with you
Ain't the point of cake
Just to eat it too? (Oh)
I'm tryna get ate
Ten minus two with you
Eight, eight, eight, eight
Eight, eight, eight, eight
Eight, eight, eight, eight
Eight, eight, eight
You don't need them clothes when you walk in here (take 'em off)
Even let you pick out your favorite tattoo (to lick up on)
Dive in love, baby, you're wakin' my Poseidon up
Love when you're slippin' and you slidin' up
One more touch and then I erupt
Let's vibe for a minute
His black card didn't even come with no limits
Big body Benz, got the windows tinted
We can get nasty up in the backseat with it
Got these ass cheeks liftin' up
Wouldn't be me if I ain't get a little nasty
Lick me, rub me, kiss me, touch me (oh, oh)
Don't put it past me 'cause I'm
I'm in the mood (mood)
You know what to do (do)
Treat this like some food (ah)
Ten minus two with you (two)
Ain't the point of cake
Just to eat it too?
I'm tryna get ate (ate)
Ten minus two with you (oh, no)
Eight, eight, eight, eight
Eight, eight, eight, eight (I'm tryna get ya, I'm tryna get ate)
Eight, eight, eight, eight (ate)
Eight, eight, eight, eight (I'm tryna get ate)
I'm in the mood
You know what to do (do)
Treat this like some food
Ten minus two with you (ten minus two)
Ain't the point of cake (cake)
Just to eat it too? (Just to eat it too)
I'm tryna get ate (ate)
Ten minus two with you (ate, yeah, ten minus two with you)
Eight, eight, eight, eight
Eight, eight, eight, eight (ate)
Eight, eight, eight, eight (yeah)
Eight, eight, eight, eight (I'm tryna get ya, just tryna get ate)
I'm tryna get ate, yeah
FLO
Credits
Writer(s): Kwame B. Holland, Kehlani Ashley Parrish, Anthony Clemons Jr., Darius Scott Dixson
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