Boy, can you keep a secret?
I know I'm the one you can't have
I know that I am your weakness
If you wanna play, I'll call you back

If you want the star treatment
You could find another girl for that
I'm a flirt, it's not a secret
Wait a sec', I'll hit you right back

And now, with the pearls in my hair
Hands up and I'll ride you on the chair
Hands tied, don't tell them that I'm dirty
At the shoot, you were stunned, head turning

Move it up and down like a cobra
Then you said that I Iike 'em older
Now I see she's got a type
I let her slide for tonight

Now you're open
I know I'm potent
Boy
Boy
Boy
Boy

Pretty women on Sunset
Plenty women on Fig
Everybody get lonely
Baby wanna get lit

She don't wanna get married
But she wanna get rich
Late-night lover
Cum on this, ayy

What can make you wanna get away?
Tie the ribbon in the sky and watch it drift away
Cupid shot and hit your heart, it didn't ricochet
Now we're getting into something, live the Hemingway

Yeah, ain't no giving you the runaround
Get inside, I'm feeling high, I'm never coming down
What you trippin' on? How the summer sound?
Put it in a song, put it in your— yeah