Peace Sign

Lyrics

[Chorus: Jeremih & Red Cafe] Hey girl, let me tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fuckin' Hey girl, let me tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fuckin' Lay you on your back Got your legs in the air like a peace sign Lay you on your back Got your legs wide open like a peace sign We can make it nasty I know you love to get nasty I be countin' this money You can get freaky while I'm rollin' my Cali [Verse 1: Red Cafe] Yeah, I only compare you to your reflection Let's say this thing we got be on textin' Any time of day, strip off your lingerie I'm a real nigga, its a real nigga holiday I know its juicy as fuck I done heard 'bout you Turn niggas to stalkers, I done heard 'bout you Have you bussin' like a chopper, la la la Used to be mellow when I was off the lala You taste like a peach, what you told me And you should get the sweetie pie trophy If it's sticky I need more than a quickie Round 1, round 2, I'm strippin' you out them Vickies, ah! [Chorus: Jeremih & Red Cafe] Hey girl, let me tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fuckin' Hey girl, let me tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fuckin' Lay you on your back Got your legs in the air like a peace sign Lay you on your back Got your legs wide open like a peace sign We can make it nasty I know you love to get nasty I be countin' this money You can get freaky while I'm rollin' my Cali [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Fornication in the fountain blue 4 or 5 of them bitches couldn't amount to you I could spend it all, then spend a night with you But I got too much of it, I'm just a flight away She a baller, we both shopping for the same brands Bail hard but they all call up 'bout her first name I'ma change the bitch last name Don't wanna hear stories about your last lame (nah) We sippin' syrup in the fast lane Wide-body Phantom, lower miles than your prom date I seen a brick in the 9th grade Swerve up on a bitch and I might say (Maybach Music), ugh [Chorus: Jeremih & Red Cafe] Hey girl, let me tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fuckin' Hey girl, let me tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fuckin' Lay you on your back Got your legs in the air like a peace sign Lay you on your back Got your legs wide open like a peace sign We can make it nasty I know you love to get nasty I be countin' this money You can get freaky while you rollin' my Cali [Outro: Jeremih] Oh, oh, oh, oh Hey girl, hey girl Lay you on your back Got your legs in the air like a peace sign Lay you on your back Got your legs wide open like a peace sign