Text Me

[Intro: Fetty Wap] You can text me in the You can text me in the You can text me in the [Chorus: Fetty Wap] You can text me in the AM or text me in the PM I keep a lot of girls who I hit up when I need 'em But baby you can text me Somethin' 'bout you really got me going You was sexy, be crazy if you left me You can text me in the AM or text me in the PM I keep a lot of girls who I hit up when I need 'em But baby you can text me Somethin' 'bout you you really got me going You was sexy, be crazy if you left me, yeah [Verse 1: Monty] You can text me in the AM or text me in the PM Last nigga that you had, yeah, I'd hate to be him Everyday a party, niggas feelin' like a rerun Bottle after bottle, that's the type of shit we be on Baby you can text me, just don't ever sweat me Just don't say you not gon' leave and then you left me Pull up to yo' address, baby get you ass dressed If you got a nigga, you know I can get you passed that Started in yo' DM Got a lot of bitches, I'ma see 'em when I see 'em I can take you on a shoppin' spree up in Neiman's I might hit the road switchin' hoes like the seasons [Chorus: Fetty Wap] You can text me in the AM or text me in the PM I keep a lot of girls who I hit up when I need 'em But baby you can text me Somethin' 'bout you really got me going You was sexy, be crazy if you left me You can text me in the AM or text me in the PM I keep a lot of girls who I hit up when I need 'em But baby you can text me Somethin' 'bout you you really got me going You was sexy, be crazy if you left me, yeah [Verse 2: Fetty Wap] You can text me in the AM, baby You can text me and stop playin', baby I swear you so sexy, baby And I like yo' body, baby Yeah, and kick it like karate, baby Yeah, and two of us, let's party, baby Yeah, and top down in my 'rari, baby Yeah, and, and I know you like me, baby Yeah, and know I drive you crazy, too Sorry, this is what I do Money flow for me and you Money on a lot of jewels I come from on the streets, that's true You was there for me, that's you Got a brand new whip, that's you Got a lot of bags, that's you Lovin' on a bottle of Rosé I'ma show you how I do it Baby, there's no point of shootin' Money movin' with the groove Watch this how we comin' through Foreigns, that's a lot of coupes Watchin' for my niggas shootin' Money gettin' niggas [?] [Outro: Fetty Wap] Aye Baby Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah