[Chorus]

Why you gotta hit me with the gas?

I was just fronting I'll be back for ya

You know I hardly ever ask

In case you wonder why I'm acting up

It seems like every now and then I gotta hit you with

Can we lay a bit? What's your favorite type of Candy if I

Told you to stay a bit, could you take me in?

Just don't take this shit all for granted

[Verse 1]

Time and time again I gotta look up in your face and see a girl that I used to

Know you know me better than I know myself so why the hell you act unusual

I would think you seen it all

You know you my Cherie amor

Pull up on you around 3 or 4

Show you things you ain't seen before

I need you more than ever

Especially when I'm drunk tryna piece things together

Too gone to drive but fuck it whatever

Cause if we crash at least we together

My days done got better my nights done got longer

The moon done feel closer than ever I want you to know

That I got places I want you to go

Fuck it no need to impose

I need the doors locked

While we let the windows fog

It's getting hot in here like Nelly on a Neptune beat so ima need them clothes off

Now get me get these flows off - yeah

Before you turn to a goyard stitch

I ain't tryna make threats but a nigga gotta jet if you ever gotta ask again

I wanna get you in the Raymond James

On the 50 yard line while the buccaneers kick the tree

And if you like it in the club we could do it in the DJ booth or in the back of the VIP

I wanna go til beyond the morning

I know you know I've been wanting

You - in the worst way darling

Just being honest

[Chorus]

Why you gotta hit me with the gas?

I was just fronting I'll be back for ya

You know I hardly ever ask

In case you wonder why I'm acting up

It seems like every now and then I gotta hit you with

Can we lay a bit? What's your favorite type of Candy if I

Told you to stay a bit, could you take me in?

Just don't take this shit all for granted

[Verse 2]

Fuck it up - ooh

I'm one on one with you

The sun is up - it's cool

We gone run it up - til you

Feel like you had enough yeah

I feel like we passing up yeah

Memories we could make

In this lil plastic cup yeah

Now fuck it up with me

I wonder what we'll be

In a couple months we'll see

I don't wanna rush the speed

See that's how you lose control yeah

With a destination unknown yeah

With a destination unwanted

Hit the cruise control

You see my digital dash is my office

Paper work in my glove compartment

Burnt CDs of your favorite artists

But don't you touch my radio

They say to never say never but you never know

How - you gone feel when I'm getting close to you

Now won't you let a nigga sing a song for you

And tell you where I'm tryna go

I wanna get you in the Raymond James

On the 50 yard line while the buccaneers kick the tree

And if you like it in the club we could do it in the DJ booth or in the back of the VIP

I wanna go til beyond the morning

I know you know I've been wanting

You - in the worst way darling

Just being honest yeah

[Chorus]

Why you gotta hit me with the gas?

I was just fronting I'll be back for ya

You know I hardly ever ask

In case you wonder why I'm acting up

It seems like every now and then I gotta hit you with

Can we lay a bit? What's your favorite type of Candy if I

Told you to stay a bit, could you take me in?

Just don't take this shit all for granted

[Outro]

Just don't take this shit for granted though