Cinderella Mac Miller (Ft. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Part I: Cinderella]

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Uh, $ign
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no ($ign)
Ayy

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I been waitin' all night for this moment
I been waitin' all year for this moment
I been picturin' you takin' off your clothes for me
I been literally curvin' all these hoes for you
Daddy told you, better bring your ass home (Ass home)
Cinderella, better get your ass home (Ass home)
Man, I swear that parents just don't understand
You ain't gotta be old to be a man
Take my hand, come with me to my room (My room)
Girl, I got a suite at the SLS (SLS), uh
I already know you got expensive taste (Yeah), ayy
Take my hand (My hand), follow me (Follow me) to my room
Tell your little friends you gon' be alright
Girl, I got a plan for the whole night

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Okay, your legs just like a store, they open up and you got people in line
Been there every night for weeks at a time
You in my dreams, that's why I sleep all the time
Just to hear you say "I love you," just to touch you, just to leave you behind
I told you, you don't have to worry, you'll be fine
This type of thing, I heard it happen all the time, yeah
I just wanna see you fly
Because your fragrance got me faded, you be keepin' me high
Said nothin' better than the first time
I'll be at your service like the check-in at the curbside
You don't have to spend another second on this Earth dry
Wet you like a fresh pool, go a second and a third time
Left you a perverse mind
And when you hungry, I can chef you up a stir fry
Get you some dessert wine, elevate your third eye
First prize, Nobel, get a piece
Your clothes off, turn around, lemme see