Privacy - Eric Bellinger, Problem

You throwin' it back, back, back, back on me

And I’m throwin' stacks, stacks, stacks, stacks on it

Look at all this bread you got

Is you out of debt or nah?

I’m sure this’ll help, you by yourself is all that I want

I know you could tell but it’s only 12

And it’s killin' me 'cause I know your shift don’t end for another three

And my eyes can’t stop watchin' you stare at me

You know when I throw it up

I want you to throw it down

Go slow when you pick it up

And real low when you drop it down

I got that money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, babe

Come take it from me, from me, from me, from me, from me, from me, from me,

from me, babe

I got that money, come and take it from me

Girl, I know you want it, you can come catch a few stacks with a body like that

And I ain’t even bein' a lie

I want what’s in between your thighs

I heard you like it supersize, and girl

All I really need is three minutes, three minutes

I swear all I really need is three minutes, three minutes

Things I’d do to you if we had privacy

One hundred eighty seconds

Within the first twenty, bet Young Chachi have you naked

Few niggas licked on that clit, but I’m 'bout to disrespect it

What?

La-la, la-la-la

Your boyfriend textin' you, it’s soundin' like blah, blah, blah, blah, blah,

blah, blah

Fuck him, real you is with

Ass out but I ain’t givin' a shit

Product from nothin', I made it to rich

But they can’t stay rich, can’t be trustin' these bitches, oh no

But somethin' seem different about you

Pussy, can’t can’t leave that alone though

Depends will I get him up off you?

The molly go deep as the ozone

Can you imagine if we had the club to ourselves?

I’d be tippin' all night long

I’d provide the pole for sure

And we would need more than a single song, a song

Three minutes

You could do a lot in three minutes

I swear all I really need is three minutes, three minutes

You gotta go hard, must I remind you

I got money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, babe

Come take it from me, from me, from me, from me, from me, from me, from me,

from me, babe

I got that money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, babe

I got it all, the things I’d do to you if we had privacy