Jam (feat. Trey Songz, Ty Dolla $ign and Jamie Foxx)

It was cool, and he'd get back on the phone and say

"Bernadette, I got something I want you to hear"

And what you do, player, is you get the phone

And you hold it up to the speakers

And you let Luther do your talking for you

And Luther break it down like

Riding around in my whip, listening to my shit

She wanna hear track six, she told me that's her (Jam)

Baby girl said I got the title, got a **** feeling like Michael

Jackson, Jordan, don't matter to me, they both (Jam)

I'm all in her head, she's all in my bed

I'm locked and loaded, ready to go, like a gun that don't (Jam)

I'm all in between, that's all that she needs

Her body rocking, nobody stopping, this song is probably on (Jam)

Listen all you like

Tattoos showing out the shower in the mirror

Go to clicking on the lights

And if this ain't what you like (Jam)

I can lay you on your back, then I hit you with some pong game

Pin you down so you can't run, in and out game

Get you from the back, probably get you with the mouth game

Ain't nobody's business, this is our thing (Jam)

Spit all in between both cheeks, now spread 'em

Bet the neighbors know my name, when you keep saying, "Kevin"

Hands behind, I'ma stand behind you

Pulling on your hair, lotta ass behind you

Got her saying, "Ooh, keep going with your moves"

Candles by the bed, goddamn this a movie

Stuffing you with dick while my finger in your booty

Hit you with the Ruger, the bitch gon' (Jam)

Bow

Riding around in my whip, listening to my shit

She wanna hear track six, she told me that's her (Jam)

Baby girl said I got the title, got a **** feeling like Michael

Jackson, Jordan, don't matter to me, they both (Jam)

I'm all in her head, she's all in my bed

I'm locked and loaded, ready to go, like a gun that don't (Jam)

I'm all in between, that's all that she needs

Her body rocking, nobody stopping, this song is probably on (Jam)

Bad, but I won't push it

Never break fly, but she won't quit looking

Look at her dress, look at her thighs

No drawers underneath, with the slits in the side

Squinting my eyes like thinking with a notion

If she squint back, huh, bet I'm approaching

Playing my song, slow dance and the stroking

Track number seven, told me it was her (Jam)

Leave your keys with your friends, oh, you roll with your friends?

Start the car and I get in, we rolling

Lit the leaf, hit the green, we smoking

Slow-motion, coupe just floating

Kissing on my finger with my hand on her breasts

Tongue doing circles 'round a ring of her nipple

'Would You Mind' on repeat, but she might be tripping

Really, not really, saying it was her (Jam)

Hit her up late night, come through

She texts back, "OMW"

I'ma show her what this pipe game do

I'ma hit it till the sky turn blue

And I'ma jam on it, jam on it

Jam on it, jam on it

I'ma jam on it, jam on it, jam on it

I'ma jam on it, jam on it, jam on it

And I got her riding around in my whip, listening to my shit

She wanna hear track six, she told me that's her jam

Baby girl said I got the title (Feeling so good) Got a **** feeling like Michael

Feeling like he was

Jackson, Jordan, don't matter to me, they both (Jam)

I'm all in her head, she's all in my bed

I'm locked and loaded, ready to go, like a gun that don't j-j-jam

I'm all in between, that's all that she needs

Her body rocking, nobody stopping, this song is probably on (Jam)