Tonight, tonight, tonight, oh
Yeah, Tiller, woah
And Young Lola, controller, come closer
Mad pretty, make me lose composure

Tad tipsy, won´t you come over?
Last lap in the city, know I´m unsober
True, know I see you come over (You know I see you over there, there, there?)
Uh-uh, uh-uh

I´m a badass Brooklyn brown skin bitch (Brown skin bitch)
And I love a hood nigga with some toxic dick (Hey, baby)
Nothing but some socks, beef and brocs in it (Woah)
Have me walking all crooked in my Crocs and shit (Brr)
Bitch, I go Taraji for my baby boy (For my baby boy)
Ride it like a Kawasaki, that´s his favorite toy (Favorite toy)

I´ma swipe his EBT like a Amex (Uh)
Give it to him raw (Uh), no drawers, no latex (Uh, uh)
Yeah, I got him butt naked for me waitin´ at home (Waitin´ at home)
Bitch, your pussy ain´t hittin´ if he takin´ too long (If he takin´ too long)
Told him, "Put my name on it" (Yeah), yeah, I´m makin´ him moan
Smellin´ Lola Brooke, that´s his favorite cologne

Ha, huh, I´m yours for the summer
Wanna drink until we drunk? I´m choosin´ you, baby
Things I wanna do to you, baby
You say he crazy, so I gotta take a risk on you
Like why would I lie when I´m tryna put this on you (Yeah), baby?

Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah

Tryna make a choice between his leg or his face
Shit gettin´ more intense than Election Day
What I expect today is good neck, hood sex
Stop callin´ his phone, bitch, he catchin´ up on rest (Uh)
Fuckin´ with me is a W, fuck him at the W
The way you cummin´ quick seems to trouble you
I want a rough neck nigga that´s nasty
My sex drive wild and this ass is immaculate
Put it in my, uh, nigga stabbin´ it
A shooter that assassin it, tongue doin´ magic tricks
Foot on neck (Yeah), hand on frontal (Frontal)
Got him bussin´ nuts ´fore we leave the Holland Tunnel (Yeah, ooh-ooh)

I´m yours for the summer (Hey)
Wanna drink until we drunk? I´m choosin´ you, baby
Things I wanna do to you, baby
You say he crazy, so I gotta take a risk on you (Hey)
Like why would I lie when I´m tryna put this on you (Yeah), baby?
Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah

Yeah, Tiller
Oh-ooh-woah, baby, yeah
Young Lola, controller, come closer
Mad pretty, make me lose composure
Tad tipsy, won´t you come over?

Last lap in the city, know I´m unsober
True, you know I see you come over (You know I see you over there, there, there?)