[Verse 1]
I be frontin' to the public, I’m a freak though
Talkin' dirty to my man, but only he know
He call me out said "Girl, I know you ain't no angel"
Whatchu mean, whatchu mean, tryna keep this image clean

[Pre-Chorus]
Classy, ratchet on the scene in the back of the limousine
Whatever happen stay between us, I’ll give you a reason
You better take off his halo
I'm in the mood to get sinful (Yeah)
So put your lips on my waist, tell by the look on your face
So addicted to the taste, yee
Tell me sumn, tell me I'm trouble (Trouble)
Tell me sumn, like I don't know, know (Ooh)

[Chorus]
Lottery
You might have won the lottery
You cashin' out with every part of me
You might have won the lottery, yeah
It ain't no secret when we are alone
Put in that nasty when we make it home
Lottery
You might have won the lottery, yeah