Ecstasy

Is it ectasy, are you that bad?
You know your nigga gon' need that lapdance
I need to feel how you gon' feel on top
Ta-la-la, huh, ta-la-la

I know you need your V up on entrance
All this money on me, let's go the distance
Get to the champagne room until they put my ass out
Ah-la-la, huh, ah-la-la

I'ma need a fat ass or double D's
Got good head, nigga never leave
Say this shit good, it better be
Well, do that shit, stop telling me
Shorty, I need action, Jackson
Take it back to the mansion
Credit cards, Birkin bag
Change your motherfuckin' fashion
Assets, baguettes
Titanium's for a bad bitch
Your old nigga had plastic
No going back, elastic

Glad that I got you here girl
We could be anywhere in the world (see this shit)
There's no place right now I'd rather be (work)
Uh, it looks like you feel the same
Tonight, let's turn it to five days
And I still don't know your motherfuckin' real name (real name)

(Get it, get it, get it, yah)
Ta-la-la
(Get it, get it, get it, yah)
(Oh. Get it, get it, get it, yah)
Ta-la-la
(Slow. Get it, get it, get it, yah)

Is it ectasy, are you that bad?
You know a real nigga gon' need that lapdance
I need to feel how you gon' feel on top
Ta-la-la, ta-la-la

I know you need your V up on entrance
All this money on me, let's go the distance
Take it to the champagne room until they put my ass out
Ah-la-la, huh, ah-la-la

I'ma need a fat ass or double D's
Got good head, nigga never leave
Say this shit good, it better be
Well, do that shit, stop telling me

Shorty I need action, Jackson
Take it back to the mansion
Credit cards, Birkin bag
Change your motherfuckin' fashion

Assets, baguettes
Titanium is for a bad bitch
Your old nigga had plastic
No going back, elastic

I'm glad that I got you, here girl
We could be anywhere in the world
There's no place right now I'd rather be (there's no place right now I'd rather be)
Uh, it looks like you feel the same
Tonight let's turn into five days
And I still don't know your motherfuckin' real name (real name)
Goddamn

Go ahead, drop it, drop it, drop it, drop it
Put that shit on IG
Don't you fucking crop it
Gone shorty, drop it, drop it, drop it, drop it
Put that shit on social
Don't you fucking crop it

Gone ahead, drop it, drop it, drop it, drop it
Put that shit on IG
Don't you fucking crop it



Credits
Writer(s): William Roberts, Jermaine Jackson, Andrew Harr, Mary Brown
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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