Touchin, Lovin (feat. Nicki Minaj)
Yeah (ayy)
Young Money (uh-huh)
Trigga Trey (oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh) uh
Let's get it, rrrrr
No, I ain't tryna flex
No ceilings you can see who's in it, oh
If we're talking about sex (girl, you gon' think)
Girl, you know that I invented that
And I'm on to the next
That's unless you bring a friend who with it
Oh, I'm sorry
Oh, you mad that I came to the party?
Like, no, no, no (uh-huh)
You took your girl to the club and now she gone (uh-huh)
Now she asking me when I'm taking her home (uh-huh)
I tell her, "Let's go"
Long as you know,'cause I know when we get alone, that
I'm touchin' you tonight (nah)
I'm lovin' you tonight (wait, no)
I'm fuckin' you, girl
You must be used to spendin', putting in that time (uh-huh)
Touchin', lovin', fuckin', can't make up my mind (oh-oh-oh)
I'm lovin' you (oh-oh-oh) (wait, no)
I'm fuckin' you tonight
Girl, you fuckin' with the best (best)
Take a picture while I'm deep up in it
Oh, and if they living right next (next, next)
Then I bet they know my name in a minute (Trigga)
Let me feel your body sweat (sweat)
I promise I'll keep your body dripping
Oh, I'm sorry
Niggas mad 'cause I came to the party
Like, no, no, no (uh-huh)
You took your girl to the club and now she gone (uh-huh)
Now she asking me when I'm taking her home (uh-huh)
I tell her, "Let's go" (leggo)
Long as you know 'cause I know when we get alone, that
I'm touchin' you tonight (nah)
I'm lovin' you tonight (wait, no)
I'm fuckin' you, girl
You must be used to spendin', putting in that time (uh-huh)
Touchin', lovin', fuckin', can't make up my mind (oh-oh-oh)
I'm lovin' you (oh-oh-oh) (wait, no)
I'm fuckin' you tonight
Sometimes I tell 'em I love 'em because I just wanna fuck 'em
I never love 'em, I cuff 'em and when we done I'ma duck 'em
He Ferragamo the buckle, he Louis V on the duffel
The pussy wetter than puddles, I ride his dick like a shuttle
I said real niggas let real bitches cum first (cum first)
And real bitches been bad bitches from birth (from birth)
Ugh, k-k-kiss him when he cumming
M-m-made more money last year than Mister Drummond
Oh, he like it when I ride it slow
I'm touchin' you tonight (nah)
I'm lovin' you tonight (wait, no)
I'm fuckin' you, girl
You must be used to spendin', putting in that time (uh-huh)
Touchin', lovin', fuckin', can't make up my mind (oh-oh-oh)
(Nicki, you know that I love ya)
I'm loving you (oh-oh-oh) (and I really wanna touch ya)
(Wait, no) I'm fucking you tonight
What you mean, "Wait, no?" Like, what?
You better act like you know, nigga, it's Nicki Minaj (uh-huh)
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Scott Featherstone, William Charles Featherstone, Matthew Aaron Featherstone, Justin Daniel Featherstone, Frank Brim, Kevin Emmanuel Ross, Tremaine Aldon Neverson, Onika Tanya Maraj, Daron Tavaris Jones, Sean Puffy Combs, Christopher Wallace, Robert S. Kelly
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