Best believe I keep 'em running back
Glass room, perfume, Kodak on that lilac
Slipping on my short dress, know he like that
Facetime on the regular
In the night, wanna say what's up
He knows this ain't regular, got that A1 on the schedule
I got finger-licking venom
Little sweet, a little bitter
Looking like a seven figure on me cause I
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I can melt an igloo
Yeah cause I'm so dang hot
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I got everything you, that you're feening for
Heart attack, IV
When I walk the street