Credits
Lyrics
I see you over there, with your high heels on
And your body callin' out for me
Come over here, I know the club about to close
So here's the key to my sweet
You ain't got a leave
But your clothes got a go, clothes got a go, clothes got a go
You ain't got a leave
But your clothes got a go, clothes got a go, clothes got a go
I got a room for the night, for the rest of the weekend
You ain't got a work, so tomorrow you can sleep in
Sex so good, guarantee you never leaving
I ain't even touching, I got your pussy leaking
It's a party pour it up girl, you got that bum
I'mma blow it up, blow it up girl
I ain't ever lie, cuz you know what's up girl
I always give it to you, but you can't get enough girl
I have you coming out the Louie baby
Hop in the Jacuzzi baby, it ain't nothin' to me baby
Treat you like a movie baby
Yeah, from the bed to the flo', no matter where we stop
But your clothes got a go
[Bridge: Jonn Hart (M.I.C.)] (x2)
I hear your body callin' for me (I can hear it callin' bae)
Her body keep callin', callin', she feenin'
Real life fantasy, thinkin' that she dreamin'
Scratching on my back, and I ain't even deep in
Enhale, excess, she got trouble breathin'
I got a thing for you, sex-fessional, show you a thing or two
In a ranger coop, on the bed to the flo', no matter where we stop
But your clothes got a go
Clothes got a go
Clothes got a go
Clothes got a go
