Grind It On Me

Yeah, on me yeah, on me yeah, grind it on me Yeah, on me yeah, on me yeah, grind it on me Yeah, on me yeah, on me yeah, grind it on me Ehhhh, on me yeah, on me yeah, grind it on me Yo it's the weekend, cheers to the weekend And we kid free, it's time for some freakin But first she wonna go out, she like it when we go out She like it when I dress up, but I love it when her dress down Ehhhh, on me yeah, on me yeah, grind it on me Ehhhh, on me yeah, on me yeah, grind it on me We gas up the burban Lane switching and we swerving She gone off that vodka, you know I'm on that bourbon She taking all them selfies, but she look better in person She singing and she twerking, she looking at me smirkin' Ehhhh, on me yeah, on me yeah, grind it on me Ehhhh, on me yeah, on me yeah, grind it on me Ehhhh, on me yeah, on me yeah, grind it on me Ehhhh, on me yeah, on me yeah, grind it on me We get to the party, I'm looking at body I wonna bite it like a zombie She brown like my coffee, nah scratch that foxy She brown like foxy, pretty brown skin like foxy She got my vote like a proxy Got a whole group of hoes starring, hating on her like a Nazis Got the ass like the Derby, and I'ma be the jockey She said let them hoes watch me, and started grinding on me Now it's a wrap like Reynolds, she gonna ride it like Roxy Ehhhh, on me yeah, on me yeah, grind it on me Ehhhh, on me yeah, on me yeah, grind it on me Ehhhh, on me yeah, on me yeah, grind it on me Ehhhh, on me yeah