Verse 1 (Jay Wile):
Girl you got me feeling something ill
Feel a little woozy like i popped a pill
Got my legs a’ loosey baby what’s the deal?
I’ve been checking for you, I respect the real
Honestly, I already planned a second date
I’m thinkin’ hit the galleria in the H
Wait, gotta get my mind straight
Knock out, like fist to the face
I’m tryin’ vibe with your taste
You know I feel like TPain
Let me buy you a drank yeah
Whisper in my ear she tell me somethin’, yeah
Black dress, high heels on she stuntin, yeah
Walkin’ and a talkin’ it like it’s nothing
Yeah yeah
You see I noticed
That you’re choosin’ I’m just hoping that you’re open
Girl I’m with it, and I’m ready and I’m focused
I’m just tryna be the one that you’re holding, tonight

Hook:
Its 2 AM
Stop tripping you can bring your friends
We can pull up to the crib yeah
And we can go all night


Verse 2 (Phon):

Yeah we late night sippin
She said Phon you trippin
I ain't worried bout a thing
Nah especially not my misses
Know you love them shoulder kisses
Late night reminisces
Girl i Know you know what this is
Ain't no double ‘leven wishes
Got that all designer shit
Yeah, You know just what to do
You an undercover girl
Well let me stay on top of you
You done love them fancy cars
You done love them fancy clothes
You done tell me that you love me
You can get it I suppose
Not a damn thing changed
Got my number still the same
Oh so you a college girl
Let me see how good that brain
In the drop top switchin’ lanes
Out in Miami Biscayne
Make it pour I make it rain
You make it pour I make it…. Yuh
Late night trend
So stop trippin I’m just tryna get it in
We can pull up to the crib
Show you how I live
Its about to be a movie
Roll them credits at the end

Hook

Verse 3 - (Omenihu):
Baby bust it open for my birthday, yeah
I got it covered, extra freaky undercovers
From the moment that I slid in wasn’t playing, got your number
I been saying, you amazing, you been sleeping on yourself
Matter fact, can I ask, why you sleeping by yourself?
If your bedroom feeling ice cold we can make it melt
Breaststroke, backstroke who invited Michael Phelps
You deserve a diamond ring and a medal round your neck, yeah
2am, you do me in, i need a princess Nubian
I know you use to Netflix but let me pop this movie in
Then you poke the booty out, I praise the Lord like o my god
I could win the lottery baby but girl you’re all I want
Jackpot, can i turn your avi to my backdrop
Back-shots, can you tell them n***as they can back off
Mask off, player on the court from your mascot
You your friends can do your thing
But Iet me be your last stop


Hook