| Yeah-yeah-yeah, huh |
| Yeah-yeah-yeah |
| I got my fingers all over her thrill never-ending |
| Ice on my arms, I’m back in trending |
| I had no choice life taught and led me |
| Jump on the Forbes In 'Ciagas and Fendi |
| When in parts and I’m piling the money |
| Every part wanna be with you |
| Scent Versace and touch on your body |
| Its getting harder to breathe in |
| Intimacy, when I’m touching you |
| I know you’d do any, anything for me |
| Baby don’t pardon me, put on your clothes |
| Right before I get tempted, say gotta go, uh-ooh |
| Oh-whoa, oh-whoa, oh-oh |
| Oh-whoa, oh-whoa, oh-oh |
| Oh-whoa, oh-whoa, oh-oh |
| Oh-whoa, oh-whoa, oh-oh |
| Yeah, I’m born to be the first |
| BMW for a ride and Versace on my shirt |
| And I got 'bout nothing I would hide, need no Curtains |
| When I’m moving like the tide over sand on your curves (pa-pa-pa) |
| We’re thinking on the same thing lingerie you wearing |
| Killing, baby, pardon me I only wanna tear it |
| On me now an AP, Prada under LV |
| Said that l’m the only one, she’d never ever share me |
| Intimacy, when I’m touching you |
| I know you’d do any, anything for me |
| Baby don’t pardon me, put on your clothes |
| Right before I get tempted, say gotta go, uh-ooh |
| Oh-whoa, oh-whoa, oh-oh |
| Oh-whoa, oh-whoa, oh-oh |
| Oh-whoa, oh-whoa, oh-oh |
| Oh-whoa, oh-whoa, oh-oh |