In Your Hands (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

It's in your hands

I'ma leave it all in your hands

It's in your hands

I'ma leave it all in your hands

Big don, big don, big don

Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah

What I look like blowing up your line, tryna find you? (Nah)

Got a lot a **** in the line right behind you (Uh-huh)

Don't let me remind you exactly who I am

I don't gotta deal with you, I could fuck ya friend

It's gon' take a lot more than texting me to get with me (Uh-huh)

I need you to act on everything that you be telling me (Yeah)

You know I'm the hottest bitch (What?), Why you ain't sweating me?

You know every **** in the world wanna get next to me

Nah, Papa

You gon' have to do me proper

I like Prada, Bottega, Balеnciaga

It's up to you, if I fuck with you, you the man

If you wanna lock me down, it's

It's in your hands

I'ma leave it all in your hands

It's in your hands

I'ma leave it all in your hands

Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah

Never ask you 'bout the stories and the mentions (True)

Never ask you 'bout the women that you friends with (True)

Not a dollar, I'm the one that be spending

All I ever wanted was your time and attention

Good morning texting, you know that I'm into you (Uh-huh)

Say it with your chest, boy, I don't do subliminals (Nah)

Been on your body from the jump, I don't need to pretend (Uh-huh)

Bae, I wanna be your woman, I don't need no more friends (What?)

Ooh, let's go somewhere private

Yeah

Just me and your body, girl

Me and you

Tell me, is that cool?

It's in your hands

I'ma leave it all in your hands

It's in your hands

I'ma leave it all in your hands

Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah