[Intro: R. Kelly]
Over, babe
Put this, put this stand up in your trunk, babe
So buckle up 'cause this can get bumpy, babe
Honey, we gon' mess around and get a ticket, babe
I'm sayin', go, yellow light
Do it slow, red light
I'ma stop when I hear you say
Switch lanes, signal
Take a break, hit the hazards when we park
[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
Woah, babe
You're so wet, I'm slippin', I'm slidin', yeah
Woah, babe
I cannot wait to get to your body
I don't want interruptions
Doors locked, don't interrupt us
You can scream my name up in there
You can scream my name up in there
[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
'Cause I like your style, have a grown man wishin'
I can take my key, put it in the ignition
And you still on me, got your engine tickin'
Baby, you gon' know my name by the way I whip it, yeah
[Post-Chorus: Tory Lanez]
I can feel it coming
I can feel you want it
I can feel it coming
Woah, this ain't the time for second-guessin' what's goin' on in my body, woah
If you say you're mine, then, baby, you can't change your mind
[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
We mix the Hen' with the 'Trón, I'm like, "So what? I'm drunk"
It's the freakin' weekend, I'ma have me some fun
Rollin' a blunt, OG my weed
And I'm tearin' that shit up when you fuckin' with me
I don't want interruptions
I just wanna get to the function, baby
I'm not one for assumptions
But I assume want ya, uh
[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
'Cause I like your style, have a grown man wishin'
I can take my key, put it in the ignition
And you still on me, got your engine tickin'
Baby, you gon' know my name by the way I whip it
[Post-Chorus: Tory Lanez]
I can feel it coming
I can feel you want it
I can feel it coming
Woah, this ain't the time for second-guessin' what's goin' on in my body, woah
If you say you're mine, then, baby, you can't change your mind
[Bridge: Tory Lanez]
Girl, we off in the street with the windows up
Blast the radio, we not givin' a fuck
Cruisin' 'round and 'round, girl, we livin' it up
We just thuggin' it out, we not givin' a fuck, ooh
Oh, yeah, yeah
See it comin'
[Outro: R. Kelly]
Pretty girl, I'm feelin' you
The way you do the things you do
Reminds me of my Lexus coupe
That's why I'm all up in your grill
Tryna get you to a hotel
You must be a football coach
The way you got me playin' the field
So, baby, give me that toot-toot
And let me give you that beep-beep
Runnin' her hands through my 'fro
Bouncin' on twenty-fours
While they sayin' on the radio
It's the remix to "Ignition"
Hot and fresh out the kitchen
Mama rollin' that body
Got every man in here wishin'
Sippin' on coke and rum
I'm like, "So what? I'm drunk"