text: Ima slide anytime you want
  Put you in Chanel, Ima teach you how to stunt 
  Slip and slide like a waterfall
  You need some TLC, we can creep if you want 
  Ayy, turn your phone off, take your clothes off 
  Im a savage, but I fuck her to a slow song 
  Turn the lights down , lay the pipe down 
  I aint Mr. Right, but Im Mr. Right Now 
  She want me to fuck her to Beyoncé 
  But I dont treat her like she my fiancé 
  Make that thing sing like Sade 
  1942, it aint no Chardonnay 
  In a Lam truck , with my Richard on 
  Got a pretty girl , that Im feelin on 
  We in quarantine , but my Ms long 
  Buddy lame-lame, he got friend-zoned 
  Got a couple spots , and they all owned 
  Bought a penthouse , cause Im never home 
  Threw my heart out the window, feelings gone 
  Threw my heart out the window, but
  Ima slide anytime you want 
  Put you in Chanel, Ima teach you how to stunt 
  Slip and slide like a waterfall 
  You need some TLC, we can creep if you want 
  Ayy, turn your phone off , take your clothes off 
  Im a savage, but I fuck her to a slow song 
  Turn the lights down , lay the pipe down 
  I aint Mr. Right, but Im Mr. Right Now 
  Turn your phone off, take your clothes off
  Im a sav, but I fuck her to a slow song
  Said the nail lady went and did her toes wrong
  Said her last man was always playin Drake songs
  Yeah, cellphones out when I roll up
  Yeah, the nigga had a problem til I showed up
  Everybody with a at before they name tough
  Yeah, more concerned with blowing up than growing up
  Yeah, said she wanna fuck to some SZA, wait
  Cause I used to date SZA back in 08
  If you cool with it, baby, she can still play
  While I jump inside that box and have a field day
  Im the slow stroke king, hit me anytime
  And my goal is to get you to the finish line
  I seen good movies end bad plenty times
  So let me finish strong, girl
  Ima slide anytime you want
  Put you in Chanel, Ima teach you how to stunt 
  Slip and slide like a waterfall
  You need some TLC, we can creep if you want 
  Ayy, turn your phone off , take your clothes off 
  Im a savage, but I fuck her to a slow song 
  Turn the lights down , lay the pipe down 
  I aint Mr. Right, but Im Mr. Right Now 
  She want me to fuck her to some Keith Sweat 
  But she stay in apartments I got beef at 
  Pussy so good, I had to sneak back 
  Hit her with my Glizzy, boy, I keep that
  You fuck with the ones that fuck with you, what?
  The niggas—, the bi—, the dumb-ass bitches wanna come up and lay up and give you pussy at, what?
  Twelve? One oclock at night? Face-ass nigga, do I look dumb, stupid or slow?
  Nigga, please, what the fuck is you talkin bout?
  Just like you wanna stick a dick up in me, I want some motherfuckin money
  And dont get in your motherfuckin feelings when you see me in the motherfuckin club randomly
  And one of your niggas wanna get down on me
  And I wanna give them some pussy cause they gave me some money
  Know what I mean? Its easy