Text Me - Fetty Wap, Monty

You can text me in the

You can text me in the

You can text me in the

You can text me in the AM or text me in the PM

I keep a lot of girls who I hit up when I need 'em

But baby you can text me

Somethin' 'bout you really got me going

You was sexy, be crazy if you left me

You can text me in the AM or text me in the PM

I keep a lot of girls who I hit up when I need 'em

But baby you can text me

Somethin' 'bout you you really got me going

You was sexy, be crazy if you left me, yeah

You can text me in the AM or text me in the PM

Last nigga that you had, yeah, I’d hate to be him

Everyday a party, niggas feelin' like a rerun

Bottle after bottle, that’s the type of shit we be on

Baby you can text me, just don’t ever sweat me

Just don’t say you not gon' leave and then you left me

Pull up to yo' address, baby get you ass dressed

If you got a nigga, you know I can get you passed that

Started in yo' DM

Got a lot of bitches, I’ma see 'em when I see 'em

I can take you on a shoppin' spree up in Neiman’s

I might hit the road switchin' hoes like the seasons

You can text me in the AM or text me in the PM

I keep a lot of girls who I hit up when I need 'em

But baby you can text me

Somethin' 'bout you really got me going

You was sexy, be crazy if you left me

You can text me in the AM or text me in the PM

I keep a lot of girls who I hit up when I need 'em

But baby you can text me

Somethin' 'bout you you really got me going

You was sexy, be crazy if you left me, yeah

You can text me in the AM, baby

You can text me and stop playin', baby

I swear you so sexy, baby

And I like yo' body, baby

Yeah, and kick it like karate, baby

Yeah, and two of us, let’s party, baby

Yeah, and top down in my 'rari, baby

Yeah, and, and I know you like me, baby

Yeah, and know I drive you crazy, too

Sorry, this is what I do

Money flow for me and you

Money on a lot of jewels

I come from on the streets, that’s true

You was there for me, that’s you

Got a brand new whip, that’s you

Got a lot of bags, that’s you

Lovin' on a bottle of Rosé

I’ma show you how I do it

Baby, there’s no point of shootin'

Money movin' with the groove

Watch this how we comin' through

Foreigns, that’s a lot of coupes

Watchin' for my niggas shootin'

Money gettin' niggas

Aye

Baby

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah