(Khromo)
Is it the kisses for me?
Is it the kisses for me?
She like, "Hit it for me"
She like, "Ooh," she like, "Ooh"
You get my self-esteem
She like, "Hit it for me"
She like, "Ooh," she like, "Ooh"
Damn, baby, you get my self-esteem
Move that ass in the air
Move that ass in the air
Move that ass in the air...
Move that ass in the air
Move that ass in the air
Move that ass in the air
Call me on a late night
He ain't right, he ain't really acting right
Put you on that new, new shit
He ain't on shit
Call me when he quit your life
'Cause he ain't really even got a job
No...
He tryna hit a lick
But he don't really rob
He tryna sell a brick
Tryna sell a brick
Your ex got locked up upstate
For spinning counterfeits, spinning counterfeits
He don't really got it, no
He don't really live it
He ain't 'bout this shit
That we're really dealing
Heart so cold
Doubled back once, took her soul
Is it the kisses for me?
Is it the kisses for me?
She like, "Hit it for me"
She like, "Ooh," she like, "Ooh"
You get my self-esteem
She like, "Hit it for me"
She like, "Ooh," she like, "Ooh"
Damn, baby, you get my self-esteem
Move that ass in the air
Move that ass in the air
Move that ass in the air...
Move that ass in the air
Move that ass in the air
Move that ass in the air...