[Chorus]
Girl I know you got a man, and you so in love with him
But can I get a dance? Maybe a little loving
Slim girl, if I took you home, I wonder, I wonder
Maybe I was wondering
I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love baby?
Cause I need you tonight
I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love baby?
Cause I need you tonight
(Tell your man you'll see him next week, cause we gone)
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I say Maserati stance, get it we disappearing
I tell her cut off the phones, there's nothing to interfere
She follow my every order do anything that I dare
I'm giving her everything so all my neighbors can hear it
Scream to her making her fiend more
We be making a movie they thinking its Scream 4
Got that from bruh Jeezy and then I put Dean on
I'm 7 looking like Heaven, I love when them jeans on
We rolling get your chick stolen
Stand up paper I can't even fold it
Old bread baby, my money be moldy
Every time I'm going down it's nothing but roses, yeah
I was just on the money, never was on hoes
I told shorty play her part like some corn rows
And maybe you could get a Neiman Marcus wardrobe
I'm talking tearing down the mall when the stores close
Girl I know you got a man, and you so in love with him
But can I get a dance? Maybe a little loving
Slim girl, if I took you home, I wonder, I wonder
Maybe I was wondering
I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love baby?
Cause I need you tonight
I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love baby?
Cause I need you tonight
(Tell your man you'll see him next week, cause we gone)
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I say Maserati stance, get it we disappearing
I tell her cut off the phones, there's nothing to interfere
She follow my every order do anything that I dare
I'm giving her everything so all my neighbors can hear it
Scream to her making her fiend more
We be making a movie they thinking its Scream 4
Got that from bruh Jeezy and then I put Dean on
I'm 7 looking like Heaven, I love when them jeans on
We rolling get your chick stolen
Stand up paper I can't even fold it
Old bread baby, my money be moldy
Every time I'm going down it's nothing but roses, yeah
I was just on the money, never was on hoes
I told shorty play her part like some corn rows
And maybe you could get a Neiman Marcus wardrobe
I'm talking tearing down the mall when the stores close
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