Sexting

[Verse 1]

I caught her, she was headed for the door

The DJ had her rocking back and forth

And shorty had a body, like, Lord

I grabbed her by the hand and she turned around

Then she started to look me up and down

She saw the Gucci boot, belt, comma, plus the bag

So easily I had that in the bag

Now I'm fittin' and she's growing more attached

Fine wine, my kind of woman, mature

Text messaging each other more and more

[Pre-Chorus]

And I say show me something, she be like LOL, ha

Quit playing games, TTYL

Then she get up the nerve and be like, oh, what the hell

("You've got mail")

[Chorus]

She be sending pictures

She be saying I can't wait until I'm wit'cha

Get the picture

Looking at them flicks got be 'bout to crash

Me and her be sexting, freaky, freaky texting

Told her send your boy a photo

She be saying better make sure it's a no show, that's a no, no

Don't let your homegirl see what I'm sending back

Me and her be sexting, freaky, freaky texting

[Verse 2]

Now what I saw, it caught me by surprise

So beautiful, like heaven to my eyes

She get the smooth hips and lips and thighs

Energize, it's giving me a rise

Dignified but she freaky in the slide

Send one in those heels, and I'm like, hold up, baby, chill

Got me swerving, I got one hand on the wheel

The other one scrolling, tryna hold it down

Time to get back to you, baby, look at how you got me now

[Pre-Chorus]

And I say show me something, she be like LOL

Quit playing games, TTYL

And then she get up the nerve and be like, oh, what the hell

("You've got mail")

[Chorus]

She be sending pictures

She be saying I can't wait until I'm wit'cha

Get the picture

Looking at them flicks got be 'bout to crash

Me and her be sexting, freaky, freaky texting

Told her send your boy a photo

She be saying better make sure it's a no show, that's a no, no

Don't let your homegirl see what I'm sending back

Me and her be sexting, freaky, freaky texting

[Bridge]

I'm on a high with all the emails and the texting

It's time to get a blessing, I'm 'bout to teach you a lesson

Got my mind on pumper game, ready to hump

And I'm feeling kinda froggy, nigga ready to jump

On you right now, let's make it do what it do

(And you know where I'm at)

Her kind of loving lay you flat on your back

I keep it simple and plain, there ain't no shame in my game

I beat it up all night, I give you pleasure and pain

[Chorus]

She be sending pictures

She be saying I can't wait until I'm wit'cha

Get the picture

Looking at them flicks got be 'bout to crash

Me and her be sexting, freaky, freaky texting

Told her send your boy a photo (Send your boy a photo)

She be saying better make sure it's a no show, that's a no, no

Don't let your homegirl see what I'm sending back

Me and her be sexting, freaky, freaky texting