(Hook: Chrizz Micheals)

Making love,(making love)
The feeling that I get when she don’t get enough(don't get enough)
And we sexing till the morning she don’t get enough
And I try to wake her up but she ain’t waking up

So time for making love
Repeat chorus

(Verse 1 Mista Cain)
From the floor to the dresser
I came up under that pressure
And fo we finish she up under the dresser
Murder…now I gotta bury this weapon
And I’m a menace just like dennis
Im a terrible fella
She grab me and she told me
She can’t get enough of me
And then that’s when she told me
She got major love for me
She told me not to ever worry bout her judging me
And if this was a trial she’d lie to the judge for me
Her fantasy for us to fuck on top of rose petals
This hennessy I been sippin on is so special
If she think that im not thuggin she should know better
She ask me do I love her
I say let her soul tell her