Letras
Let's dance
Hands up, blah-blah-blah
Gon' and make that ass drop
Shake it fast, blah-blah-blah
Gon' and make that ass drop
Bend it over, blah-blah-blah
Gon' and make that ass drop
Slow it down, blah-blah-blah
Problems in my youth
Rascal in my roots
I'm still on the loose
I'm still chasing you
Cut that attitude
You don't gotta be rude
Please take off your shoes
Dirty Jimmy Choos
This rug is expensive
That bitch there pretentious
She want my attention
She want brand-new lenses
You can't cook like me, no
This shit not on Pinterest
You can't look like me, no
This shit custom-fitted
You can't look away
I can't catch a vibe
You can't catch a break
Girl, I'm not that type of guy
I know it's getting late, uh
She wanna stay the night
Ask me if I live alone
Ooh I wonder why
At my place she lay down on that chaise
See-through lace, Vicky Secret space
She wan' put my face where the sun don't shine, don't need no shade
Dreaming under her umbrella
I don't got the heart to tell her
That's a fake Maison Margiela
That's not even how you spell it
I think you look at me and see dollar signs
I look at you and see Father Time being not as kind
I can see that you thought through it
That haunts you and you bothered by it
That's prolly why you've been abusing beauty
But it's hard to dive in a shallow mind
Did I get too deep for you?
Maybe I got too deep
Maybe I got too deep
Maybe I got too (got too)
Did I get too deep for you?
Maybe I got too deep
Maybe I got too, got too deep
Problems in my youth
Rascal in my roots