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check me out [Verse 1] I hit your phone like, "What's up? When you tryin' get this sex from me? You know I don't mean no disrespect, honey, ayy" Ain't no gas, you the best, honey Fine ass, send a pic, had to get a text from me Lovin' how that gold sit on your neck, honey That gold chain that's on your neck I love the way you dress, got a nigga so impressed Come out to the West, you say that's a bet (bet) Wish I had a jet, get you here faster Been on one before, must be fuckin' with a rapper I knew you was with it when you drove out to Atlanta I knew you was different when you spoke to me, your grammar So eloquent and mannered, yeah that shit attractive And you nasty, told me come break your back in (back in) What's poppin' later? We got action No distraction, know a place that we could crash in [Chorus] Baby girl, ayy I know a place where Know a place that we could crash in A place where we could get there I know a place, oh What you askin'? Honey what you askin'? Baby tell me what you askin' for Back and forth She want that sticky slow like molasses Slow, girl, slow, girl Anything you want, you can have it Honey, you a bad bitch [Verse 2] They don't know what I know They don't see what I see You know bitches gon' hate on you constantly Say the things you bought you prolly got from me That's nonsense, we don't listen to nonsense Get it on her own, no she don't need a sponsor Yeah mama, get your bread, mama Look so innocent but she a head monster She could get whoever, swear I gotta lay it proper But you can still call me Young Papa Take trips with me, nothing's what it's gon' cost ya Next time we hit New York we need a loft, yeah Damn that ass so soft Handful of your hair, I pull it when I break you off Get it, get it however you want, yup (want, yeah) Look at you, baby you dolled up Don't be modest, you get all this Tell me what you askin' [Chorus] Oh, baby I know a place where Know a place that we could crash in A place where we could get there I know a place, oh What you askin'? Honey what you askin'? Baby tell me what you askin' for Back and forth She want that sticky slow like molasses Slow, girl, slow, girl Anything you want, you can have it Honey, you a bad bitch [Outro] Bad bitch Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Bryson Tiller