Come Over - William Bolton

Yeah we get along together, I don’t got a lot of money

When she pick my ass up in her daddy’s Mazerati

I’m a Motown kid, she’s a California hottie

Says her folks ain’t home and that’s when we get to rocking

'Cause she got a big crib and she’s getting kinda lonely

And my phone goes off and she texts me that she’s horny

Like oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Like oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

This love is out control

She calls me when she’s all alone

'Cause I’m an outta town kid

With some outta town swag, oh

Come over

Come over

Come over she said

Yeah we get along together, I know how to keep her happy

She want good sex, couple Xannies or some addy

And we hit the coolest parties

Vicky hit me with the addy

She calls me up late and she only calls me Zaddy

We in Beverly Hills and we always getting faded

Said remember me Will, when you get famous

Like oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Like oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

This love is out control

She calls me when she’s all alone

'Cause I’m an outta town kid

With some outta town swag, oh

Come over

Come over

Come over she said

This love is out control

She calls me when she’s all alone

'Cause I’m an outta town kid

With some outta town swag, oh

Come over

Come over

Come over she said