911

I done caught my tempo

Baby, I don't miss

Baby mama in a Mercedes

On a daily, they name me Mr. Ricch

Shake my hand and I might take you on a trip

Pretty teeth, smooth skin, nice toes

You just my type

Usually I don't take 'em home first night

But for you, I just might

I know you know, these bitches can't fuck with you on your worstest day

When you come around my way

Fine as hell to say the least

Say the least

I could fuck you all day

All day

Ain't no rushing on my side

I promise I'll behave

When I call, treat me like 911

Pipe you up

'Cause I'm like that, really like that

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Put out, put out your fire, I'm the fireman

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Ooh, you should have never told me you was a freak

I had you running to the edge of the sheets

Stroking deep, Gucci link, you got Pucci

This rich sex, that's how it's s'posed to be

Oil you up, lotion me

Knock out dick, I earned the belt

Too much of this is bad for health

When I'm finished, I know you going to sleep

Water, water, water, I need water

Treat me like 911, when I call you

Water, water, water, I need water

Treat me like 911, when I call you

When I call, treat me like 911

Pipe you up

'Cause I'm like that, really like that

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Put out, put out your fire, I'm the fireman

Yeah, yeah, yeah