[Verse 1]

She keep givin' me looks

I can't stop them eyes from givin' me looks

Don't let me lie to you, girl, I looked

All you gotta do is, make that look

[Chorus]

Soon as you close the door, turn the lights off

You know what it's hittin' for, girl, I might just

Give you what that nigga don't, oh oh

So just close the door, clothes come off, oh oh

[Verse 2]

Bein' honest, just bein' honest

I like the way you're bein' honest, let's keep it honest

You got them lips like Keke Palmer, like Keke palm it

That physical, that education, I go P.E. on it, I'm so on it, yeah

No procrastination hit the hard top, hard top

Then you know I'm dealin' with them mattaz, mattaz

Let you know you dealing with a shotta, shotta

That's the type of shit that shouldn't shock ya

[Chorus]

Soon as you close the door, turn the lights off

You know what it's hittin' for, girl, I might just

Give you what that nigga don't, oh oh

So just close the door, clothes come off, oh oh

[Bridge]

You got a nigga, but I know he need to step up in it

I got a girl, but you know I need a better shawty

Oh, oh now, now baby, oh yeah yeah yeah yeah, ain't with the playin', I got money to spend

And uh, you got somebody, baby, we got a good thing, yeah yeah

[Verse 3]

Let the frame down

When I beat that pussy up, you wanna lay down

Now I wanna roll, I'm smokin' backwoods in the cut

She know what it's hittin' for, and it was up

[Chorus]

That's when them shirts come off, shirts come off

I don't wanna see you smoke, see you smoke

Got your back against the wall, close the door

We don't wanna say it's wrong, but it's wrong

[Interlude]

Yeah, I got you. Yeah, uh, yeah

[Verse 4]

Maybe I've been missin'

Maybe I've been dippin', maybe I've been dippin'

Maybe the excuse that I had gotten way too busy for you hoes is gettin' true

And I ain't got the time to kick it with you

Listen, she was with me last Thanksgivin'

Uh, should've been with my sister on Christmas

Uh, but instead I was kickin' it out with Paris

She flew down Lira Galore and oh boy, what an interest

Kells, you remember that winter?

Wait, we made too much money in November

Uh, shit got way too sunny, it's kinda funny

It wasn't long before we started feelin' all of this love for December

Damn, my nigga, we on the tour bus

Steppin' out the House of Blues, where was your bus?

Where are Zoe and Josh now that I got way too famous

And successful for you to afford us?

Wow, my life has just gotten gorgeous

5-star meals on islands, the sand's scorchin'

Started fuckin' this girl and she lands scores and movies

So you might see me poppin' like Lance Gordon

Shout the bitches down to take a chance for me

Take me to the club and spend some bands on me

Take me to the club and buy a dance on me

Shit, it's crazy

Show these niggas, I can paint the picture

Y'all don't deserve to get this paper with me

You wasn't hoppin' out the cable with me

Broke down Civic, parkin' in Camp David with me

Back when I would have to pick a playback

Then drop that nigga off on the way back

Then called Johan because me and Gudda

Been arguin' all day long about who gettin' that A-flat

We used to go hard about them little sessions

I learned to appreciate all the little blessings

Secluded environments and the little sections

You gotta understand how to feel blessings

Look at this lifestyle, look at how we livin', nigga, right now

Look at all these bitches that wouldn't even type a message to us

Now we sayin' they ain't our type now

Story goes, that's how the tables turned