[Chorus: Kelly Rowland]

Boy, you got that six in the morning

You got that thing that'll make a girl feel high

Oh, I say boy, you got me lonely

Just say the words, I'll do anything you want (Uh)

Boy, let me love you

[Verse 1: Pusha T]

I know that you think I'm the one, but who doesn't?

It comes with the territory when you buzzin'

A ball player sold you a dream, ain't do nothing

A couple rappers under your belt, but who's judging?

I ain't trying to guide you, hand on Bible

But Instagram pics show more than side views

Thirty-dollar nude catsuits is not cute

And fifty comments on ass is not fluke, so

No cuffing, no buns in the oven

If my girl call your phone, she's just bluffin'

As long as you and I both know we just fuckin'

If anybody else do ask, we just nothing

[Chorus: Kelly Rowland]

Boy, you got that six in the morning

You got that thing that'll make a girl feel high

Oh, I say boy, you got me lonely

Just say the words, I'll do anything you want

Boy, let me love you

[Verse 2: Pusha T]

Hey mama, come fuck with the shotta

With the Givenchy toppa, shoe Balenciaga

If you act right, I can match you up proper

If it's about a dollar think big like Poppa

Introduce your exes to my choppa

Don't listen to your best friend, she don't matter

You know she wanna be you in that vehicle

Riding in see-through V1, V2

Chanel or Celine, however I see you

Christians or Chloes, damn, them C's too

You know I play fair, I'm Daddy Day Care

I know it ain't cheap for you to lay here

[Chorus: Kelly Rowland]

Boy, you got that six in the morning

You got that thing that'll make a girl feel high

Oh, I say boy, you got me lonely

Just say the words, I'll do anything you want

Boy, let me love you

[Verse 3: Pusha T]

Let's get past the nonsense and be honest

All the ones I sponsored clear my conscience

Can't commit the crime without accomplice

We both to blame, let's push the shame behind us

On the DL, pushin' my brother's CL

Meet you at the spot, you had tint on the TL

It's only right you shake them phony types

And embrace the kid, like my bracelets did

Uh, I'm from the era where the money come fast

Blow it all 'cause the money don't last

All them broke niggas lookin' puppy-dog sad

She in that new purse, sayin', "Honey, don't ask"

[Chorus: Kelly Rowland]

Boy, you got that six in the morning

You got that thing that'll make a girl feel high

Oh, I say boy, you got me lonely

Just say the words, I'll do anything you want

Boy, let me love you

Boy, let me love you

Boy, let me love you