Throwback Ricardo Parker (Ft. Eric Bellinger)

[Verse 1: Ricardo Parker]
Ay shawty, congratulations
Work hard, stacking paper
Handle business like a boss
You hustle hard, no days off
I admire that, your fine ass
Rose in your wine glass
Michael Kors, Tom Ford
Your round ass, south side
She bad, outside, I need that new edition
Round camp van, something I can't pass
I'm like your don, A$AP
No Rocky though, unless we in the bed
I can knock you out, go a couple rounds
Talking 'bout, want the candle wax
I can burn you out, Mr Officer
She dress to kill, use handcuffs
You know I will, don't wait key
She's safe with me when I'm on the road
She wait for me when I touchdown
I'm on the beat, catch everything
She throw at me, making money game
Like CB, her pretty brown eyes
That's all me, that's all me

[Hook: Eric Bellinger]
All I do is think of you, all I do is think of you
And that pretty brown round, is driving me wild
Sound like a throwback song, sound like a throwback
Love it when you throw it back on me, go ahead throw it back
All I do is think of you, all I do is think of you
And that pretty brown round, it's like a throwback