[Verse 1: Cakes da Killa]
Skin-toned Keisha in the two-seater
Windows are tinted black, like my features, run back ya time
I know I'm the reason the girls could work outside of pride season
Left my man, I'm back on the market
Pull up to my bumper, no time to park it
That one there right there is a problem
Think I found myself a new target

[Chorus: Cakes da Killa]
I just wanna have sex tonight
I just wanna have sex
I just wanna have sex tonight
I just wanna have sex
Yeah, you sure wanna have sex tonight
Oh, you sure wanna have sex?
Yeah, you should rather have sex tonight
You really, really, really tryna have sex
If you tryna get shit right (Chance fuckin' laws)
Oh, you tryna get your life? (Top the board, toast me up)
I just wanna have sex tonight
I just wanna have sex
I just wanna have sex tonight
I just wanna have sex

[Verse 2: Urias]
I got the cakes, you wanna killa
Hands on my waist, dick on vagina
Drive me to Tokyo with your dick
David Hockney up in this, bitch
Would you be my Dominic Torreto?
Ride in your lap, we'll be the momento
My nails ain't dripping honey over the world
Sex drive for my punani
I'll let him know that
[Chorus]
If you tryna get shit right (Chance fuckin' laws)
Oh, you tryna get your life? (Top the board, toast me up)
I just wanna have sex tonight
I just wanna have sex
I just wanna have sex tonight
I just wanna have sex
If you tryna get shit right (Chance fuckin' laws)
Oh, you tryna get your life? (Top the board, toast me up)
I just wanna have sex tonight
I just wanna have sex
I just wanna have sex tonight
I just wanna have sex

[Outro]
(Let's go, let's go for a ride)
(You care for me)
I just wanna—, I-I
You care for me
My-my body
You care for me
My-my body
You care for me
My-my body
You care for me
My-my body