Aye And I'm on the way home, girl, don't you worry Doing 85, speed limit on 30 When I get home, I'll already be naked I'm tryna exchange fuckin' faces And we can go on road, and state to state it From Houston to Cali, Virginia to Vegas And when I get home, girl, don't be playin' I'm tryna exchange fuckin' faces If closed mouths don't get fed Then speak up now On speaker phone before my shit dead You know I got no problem Telling you what race is led No closed mouths No closed miles don't get head If love's a song then it's just ours And we don't need the feature I spent them dollars to get ya Now I spend 'em to keep ya And I don't like playing the game But damn sure hate the bleachers So I'm speeding in my lil' Benz It's black and mine is sleeker And I ain't worried 'bout these hoes 'Cause I'm too focused on getting this dough So as I'm moving up to your door Better start coming out them clothes Been thinking about this all day for sure And that's just what, uh, we asking for And now I'm falling out of liking In love fast, and yeah, uh And that's just what, uh, we asking for And now I'm falling out of liking Loving fast, and what? (What, what, what) And I'm on the way home, girl, don't you worry Doing 85, speed limit on 30 When I get home, I'll already be naked I'm tryna exchange fuckin' faces And we can go on road, and state to state it From Houston to Cali, Virginia to Vegas And when I get home, girl, don't be playing I'm tryna exchange fuckin' faces