Show Me

Oolala, first flight out of MIA
Oolala, pop up on me, don’t be late
We don’t need chase
Call me up, if your man ain’t home
Run it up, buss it down
Show me how it go

Don’t tell me how you feel, don’t need to roll the dice
But fuck it girl, you might as well just spend the night
‘Cause oolala, oolala, way she throw it back
‘Way she back all of my yak
Said she love me, that’s a fact
‘Way she look me in my eyes, make me want it more
Strip down for me, baby girl, what you waiting for?
Only rocking satin silk, Ritz Hotel robes
I like you and you like Ace, won’t you pour some more?
We can book a flight to Cannes by the weekend come
Blasting Loft Music in a mansion, oh my Lord
She span it round, ‘lil mama made my kingdom come
Brought a friend, double down for ménage
À trois

Oolala, first flight out of MIA
Oolala, pop up on me, don’t be late
We don’t need chase
Call me up, if your man ain’t home
Run it up, buss it down
Show me how it go

She work through the week just to get dick on the weekend
I got one night for you, I might just leave in the AM
But she jumped in the pool she want good sex (sex)
‘Way she pressing on me, she might leave a dent

Oolala, first flight out of MIA
Oolala, pop up on me, don’t be late
We don’t need chase
Call me up, if your man ain’t home
Run it up, buss it down
Show me how it go