Please drag it out of me

You just might

Just might get that G-Wagon out of me

Please drag it out of me, please drag it out

Rollie gang, patty gang, rich baby daddy gang

I'm with Red like I'm at a Cincinnati game

Hood bitch, tat her gang 'fore she tat her name

Real bitch, held me down 'fore I had a name

Heard there's money on my head, what is that to me?

I put a hundred bands on him, he put a rack on me

We from two different worlds, but it's a match to me

The bend it over only time she turn her back on me (For real)

[Chorus: Sexyy Red]

Bend that ass over (Baow), let that coochie breathe (Yeah)

Shake that ass, bitch, hands on your knees (Ho)

Hands on your knees (Ho), hands on your knees (Ow)

Shake that ass for Drake (Yup), now, shake that ass for me

Bend that ass over (Baow), let that coochie breathe (Yeah)

Shake that ass, bitch, hands on your knees

Hands on your knees, hands on your knees

Shake that ass for Drake (Yeah), now, shake that ass for me

[Verse 2: SZA]

You been so good and you deserve to end your suffering

I need a dick and conversation, can you comfort me?

I got a feeling this is more than what we both would say

I got a feeling this is more than a feeling

I can't let you get away

Feels good, but it can't be love

Ain't a damn thing that I'd do

Ain't a damn thing, oh