Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dinah Jane
Dinah Jane
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Livvi Franc
Livvi Franc
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nate Hills
Nate Hills
Producer
Marcella Araica
Marcella Araica
Mixing Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Chad Jolley
Chad Jolley
Engineer

Lyrics

I be frontin' to the public, I'm a freak though Talkin' dirty to my man but only he know He call me up, "Yes, girl, I know you ain't no angel" What you mean? What you mean? Tryna keep this image clean Classy, watchin' on the scene in the back of the limousine Whatever happens stay between us, I'll give you a reason Better take off his halo (oh) 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, yeah (yeah) The time is now, tell me I'm trouble (trouble) Tell me somethin', lookin' all no, no (ooh) 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 all alone But I get nasty when we make it home Lottery You might have won the lottery, yeah I'm a lady, but there's more levels to my love From the streets up to the sky, and then my hot club (oh) He call me up, say, "Girl, I know you ain't no saint" (ain't no saint) Privacy, privacy, only you can get to see Feel it, touch me, got me weak, undercover, in the sheets Whatever happens stay between us, I'll give you a reason So put your lips on my waist, tell by the look on your face So addicted to the taste, yeah (yeah) Lottery You might have won the lottery (you just won, you just won) You cashin' out with every part of me (mm) You might have won the lottery, yeah It ain't no secret when we all alone But I get nasty when we make it home Lottery You might have won the lottery, yeah What you mean? What you mean? Tryna keep this image clean Classy, watchin' on the scene in the back of the limousine What you mean? What you mean? Tryna keep this image clean Classy, watchin' on the scene (on the scene) Better take off his halo (better take off this halo) I'm in the mood to get sinful (yeah, I know what you came for) Lookin' here like you datin' Do the things that you cravin' (oh) Let's see how much you can take, yeah Lottery (you might have won the lottery) You might have won the lottery (cashin' every part of me) You cashin' out with every part of me (yeah) You might have won the lottery, yeah (ooh) It ain't no secret when we all alone (secret when we all alone) But I get nasty when we make it home (keep it nasty when we make it home) Lottery (oh) You might have won the lottery, yeah (ooh) Secret when we all alone (oh) Keep it nasty when we make it home Yeah Secret when we all alone (mm) Secret when we all alone
Writer(s): Livvi Franc, Marcus Jamall Mills, Floyd Nathaniel Hills, Marcella Araica Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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