911

I done caught my tempo, baby, I don't miss Baby momma in a Mercedes on the daily They named me Mr. Ricch Shake my hand and I might take you on a trip Pretty, smooth skin, nice toes, you just my type Usually I don't take her 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 rushin' on my side, I promise I'll behave When I call (when I call) Treat me like 9-1-1 Bite you up 'cause I'm like that Really like that (yeah-yeah-yeah) Pull up, put out your fire I'm the fireman (yeah-yeah-yeah) Ooh, you should've never told me you was a freak I had you runnin' to the edge of the sheets Strokin' deep, Gucci link, you got Pucci This rich sex, that's how it's supposed to be Oil you up, lotion me Knock out dick, I earned the belt Too much of this is bad for health When I finish, I know you goin' to sleep Water, water, water, I need water Treat me like 9-1-1 when I call ya Water, water, water, I need water Treat me like 9-1-1 when I call ya When I call (when I call) Treat me like 9-1-1 Bite you up 'cause I'm like that Really like that (yeah-yeah-yeah) Pull up, put out your fire I'm the fireman (yeah-yeah-yeah)