I ain't got my eye on you Ain't been hypnotized by you, yeah Ain't in here tryna find my dude I take it, you just like the way I wine pon you How I wine pon you The way I wine pon you How I wine pon you The way I wine pon you, yeah Take it, you just like the way I wine pon you Take it, you just like the way I wine pon you, yeah You can catch her in the Vogue or Hustler magazine Young red bitch, pussy wet, five screens You can catch her in the Vogue or Hustler magazine Young red bitch, pussy wet, five screens (Yeah, yeah) Pop that like Ginkgo biloba That booty don't need no more soda Too hot, now this boy don't need no more doja Leg on the seat, that's a photo See that you focused If there's no room, boy, we squeeze in the corner Way that he talking, you'd think that he know her Hold up See baby, this for the night, I won't see you tomorrow Yeah, but when I dance here, boy you better man up Be like a museum, got you looking, boy you can't touch Yeah, I got him speaking, got him geeking, tie them hands up Tappin' to the beat, you wanna freak her 'cause she random Know you got your girl here, looking for your ass Run, faking that you loyal, boy, you playing with her passion Even when the beat slow, I shake a lil' faster Twerking on the speaker, know you need her in your fan club How I wine pon you The way I wine pon you How I wine pon you The way I wine pon you, yeah Take it, you just like the way I wine pon you Take it, you just like the way I wine pon you, yeah
