Peace Sign Red Cafe (Ft. Jeremih & Rick Ross)

[Hook: Jeremih & Red Cafe]
Hey girl, let me tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fuckin'
Hey girl, let me tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fuckin'
Lay you on your back
Got your legs in the air like a peace sign
Lay you on your back
Got your legs wide open like a peace sign
We can make it nasty
I know you love to get nasty
I be countin' this money
You can get freaky while I'm rollin' my Cali

[Verse 1: Red Cafe]
Yeah, I only compare you to your reflection
Let's say this thing we got be on textin'
Any time of day, strip off your lingerie
I'm a real nigga, its a real nigga holiday
I know its juicy as fuck I done heard 'bout you
Turn niggas to stalkers, I done heard 'bout you
Have you bussin' like a chopper, la la la
Used to be mellow when I was off the lala
You taste like a peach, what you told me
And you should get the sweetie pie trophy
If it's sticky I need more than a quickie
Round 1, round 2, I'm strippin' you out them Vickies, ah!