Network
Cought up in love, what the fuck is we doin’?
Models and bottles with us, ain’t nothin’ to it
I tell you I got you, that’s well understood
Your legs on the bed, got your head on the floor
We got out shoppin’, whenever we get bored
We get it poppin’, leave nothin’, in the store
If I go to saturn, I know that you goin’
Fuck me on Saturday, early in the mornin’
Flyer than a bird, she gon’ open her door
Screamin’ out murder, but showing you remorse
