Kiss you in the morning You get what you came for You get what you came for Breakfast on the table I fuck you like Katrina Fucked New Orleans with that FEMA & You said you was happy living single But now it's an obsession I'm the fire in your tummy Like a model with no money I'm Hendrix with that dumb cock I'm everything you lust for But I just can't be your lover Kiss you in the morning You get what you came for You get what you came for We was out in Vegas (yup) Trying to fake it like some players (yup) Fronting for some dumb chicks Actin like we run shit They say cut through all the non-sense Take us back to Caesars You better bet we rushed em Couldn't believe us If it feels just like Christmas Could I fulfill one wish list If I could go the distance So throw it like a discus