[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Give me your all, show you how to ball
Give me your attention
Baby, come on kick it with a thug and just listen
I came from the rags to riches, I got riches
I ain't worried about them other n***as in yo' mentions
Wicked n***a soul back, tell your ma' I get her wetter
Hit it from the back and now she tellin' me "Don't stop"
"Don't stop, don't stop"
Stop, baby

[Verse 1]
Yo' OG feel like paralysis
Pin you on yo' mattress with sex appeal, it's ecstatic
I'm gon' let you have it
Show me you know magic, baby
We can change the climate
Climaxin' got you elevatin', pillows on the bed
Givin' you what you needed, baby, you know you want head
See I'm lost in the memory, blind to my vision
Can't pretend that me and you wasn't meant to last forever
(Yeah, yeah)
Love is an action, I must show it
Although I know I'm soft-spoken, you know that I'm a poet
I gotta keep from under the sheets, but If ambition's heavy, we—
(Yeah, Yeah)
Got you excited, be my spotter, I love it when you ride it
You really wanna make me overdose, see, you in love with me
This that Westcoast shit, makin' you cum all on the sheets, baby
(Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
Give me your all, show you how to ball
Give me your attention
Baby, come on kick it with a thug and just listen (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
I came from the rags to riches, I got riches (Yeah, yeah)
I ain't worried about them other n***as in yo' mentions
Wicked n***a soul back, tell your ma' I get her wetter
Hit it from the back and now she tellin' me "Don't stop"
"Don't stop, don't stop"

[Verse 2]
Inconspicuous, my life has be excluded
Can't entertain the 'Gram because my eyes become polluted
My solution is pour a glass of Chardonnay
I witness my mistakes and admitted when I was wrong
Just tell me it won't end, I notice it begin
Can we just be lovers and friends blowin' in the wind
Can I fuck you like I just met you?
Are you answering my calls?
Can I text you back "Can I see you tomrrow?"

[Chorus]
Give me your all, show you how to ball
Give me your attention
Baby, come on kick it with a thug and just listen (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
I came from the rags to riches, I got riches (Yeah, yeah)
I ain't worried about them other n***as in yo' mentions
Wicked n***a soul back, tell your ma' I get her wetter
Hit it from the back and now she tellin' me "Don't stop"
"Don't stop, don't stop"