You don't have to feel bad for me
If you don't decide to answer babe
Away, give it all up to me
Know you like a dancer babe (ooh)

Call me anytime you wanna get it (get it)
I could have it crackin' for you (for you)
I'ma call you up before this exit (exit)
Don't let me catch you actin' brand new (catch you actin' brand new)

You ain't gotta ask
'Cause you know I'm on the way
Got my hands behind my waist
Now my legs is giving way
We don't have to crash
If you keep tryna play
Just to put me on my ass
Just so you could get a taste

Now do you have the range?
How I get it from high low
This chopper on ya head
Then I'm leavin' ya mind blown
Now, he wanna menage with him, me and my clone
Nickname is Lola, can we make it fly low?
Grip game a choker, now beat it, no flylo
I'ma lose my mind on it, can I take my time on it?
I'ma stop breathin' 'til he callin' me psycho
Fingerin' the key, pretty please maestro
Need a wheelchair when I leave, no need for light strokes
Pay all these bitches dust like they came from Cairo
His head spinnin', check the engine, lemme ride slow
Don't spit no game when I'm the cheat code, nigga
Just relax, I'ma calm you with a pre-roll
Don't act shy when you pull up on a freak
He look alive 'til I show him how I ('til I show him how I)
Oye loca ven pa'ca
Now you scream out, "Mami, don't stop"
Don't need a ring I'm still the master
And he prefers it when I'm like Ms. Parker
I make it rain like he need a parka
And bus and dip like I'm doin' drive by

Call me anytime you wanna get it (get it)
I could have it crackin' for you (for you)
I'ma call you up before this exit (exit)
Don't let me catch you actin' brand new (catch you actin' brand new)

You ain't gotta ask
'Cause you know I'm on the way
Got my hands behind my waist
Now my legs is giving way
We gon' have to crash
If you keep tryna play
Just to put me on my ass
Just so you could get a taste

Pull up and eat it again, no Queen Key
Come home to me, let's fuck no Queen B
I know you prefer when I am all me
But I made sure you could grip on my weave
Inches to my waist, tickle your face when I am grinding it
Cowgirl in reverse make it a Hearse I ride or die on it
Take a minute we could slow down, chop screw
Speed up, we could master it
It's your fucking world and I'm just out here getting smacked in it, ha
So just pull on up
Or I'ma call your bluff
If you ain't in a rush
Slide that thing up in my, huh

Call me anytime you wanna get it (get it)
I could have it crackin' for you (for you)
I'ma call you up before this exit (exit)
Don't let me catch you actin' brand new (catch you actin' brand new)

You ain't gotta ask
'Cause you know I'm on the way
Got my hands behind my waist
Now my legs is giving way
We gon' have to crash
If you keep tryna play
Just to put me on my ass
Just so you could get a taste