Touch’N You

Fucking you, fucking you

Rozay, what’s the problem with these rap niggas?

They don’t know how to play it cool, you know?

I mean there's a time and place for everything

Been thinking 'bout you all day

Right now, it's about that time

Fucking you, fucking you, fucking you

Look how you turn me on baby

You like when you talk to him, I mean you're saying something

Singing is believing, Usher, baby

Turn the lights on






She kissin' on me, bitin' on my bottom lip

In the Galleria all I get is buy me this

Conversations on the phone until the break of dawn

Combination to her home, I gotta make her moan

Mean hustle got me chasin' all this fast money

Balenciaga sneakers, now she touchin' cash money

So sexy in them all black Giuseppe heels

50 stacks in her bag so she know it’s real

Top off the Ferrari now we thugged out

Smokin' on that Cali, bumpin' 2Pac

It’s me against the world now, what’s your phone number?

Jumpin' in that Range Rover and I’m comin' over






Fucking you, fucking you

Been thinking 'bout you all day

Fucking you, fucking you

Still can’t get my mind off your body

I’m day dreaming 'bout, look how you turn me on baby

Fucking you, fucking you

Cause nobody compares to your body

Every time you let me touch

Fucking you, fucking you

And every time you let me

Nobody compare to your body, yeah

Fucking you, fucking you






I think I wanna put a ring on it

I think I wanna tat her name on me

I had a lot of sexy women

But this is not the same for me

Bounce, love it how she always make it bounce

Rose petals on her bed, I walk in unannounced

I love it when she speak a different language (papito!)

I touch her in so many different angles

Born stunna, and my baby so stunnin'

Niggas want her, but she find them so funny

I’m gettin' money, livin' like the most wanted

She all I ever needed, now Usher sing it






Fucking you, fucking you

Been thinking 'bout you all day

Fucking you, fucking you

Still can’t get my mind off your body

I’m day dreaming 'bout, look how you turn me on baby

Fucking you, fucking you

Cause nobody compares to your body

Every time you let me touch

Fucking you, fucking you

And every time you let me

Nobody compare to your body, yeah

Fucking you, fucking you






Pink champagne for my dime piece

In the sheets you know I flip her like a 9 piece

In the streets you know I’m eatin' like a lion feast

Lick a nipple tryna tickle all the finer things

Keys to the crib, keep it trill, time to handle biz

Big dreamer, new Beamer, just the realest nigga

Cover of the source, owner of the Porsche

Killin' all haters, showin' no remorse

Knockin' at the door, she recognize the voice

I’m not them other boys, she know I shine the most

She modelin' a lot, I know she on the go

Another bottle of Ciroc, baby let’s have a toast






Fucking you, fucking you

Been thinking 'bout you all day

Fucking you, fucking you

Still can’t get my mind off your body

I’m day dreaming 'bout, look how you turn me on baby

Fucking you, fucking you

Cause nobody compares to your body

Every time you let me touch

Fucking you, fucking you

And every time you let me

Nobody compare to your body, yeah

Fucking you, fucking you