| I can’t help it |
| I’m on my grind |
| She can’t help it |
| I told her we should take our time |
| I can’t help it |
| I’m on that grind |
| She can’t help it |
| A nigga always on her fine |
| How you doin' baby? |
| I’m good |
| You know you took me high last time |
| True |
| I heard you fucking with the lame niggers |
| Maybe |
| It don’t matter you know my ass mine |
| You stupid |
| Now put something on it |
| Take my time there ain’t no rushing on it |
| I’m a player there ain’t no coughing on it |
| Got a squeaky mattress from all the fucking on it |
| In the public she feel me touching on it |
| While I’m driving she be sucking on it |
| You see I’m loving don’t it? |
| Quit fronting girl you know you want it |
| Quit fronting girl you know you want it |
| I can’t help it |
| I’m on my grind |
| She can’t help it |
| I told her we should take our time |
| I can’t help it |
| I’m on that grind |
| She can’t help it |
| A nigga always on her fine |
| Summer time ass sticks |
| Scooter out of sax fifth |
| Pimp headstrong ain’t afraid to say you that bitch |
| Put you on that back shit coach you like it’s practice |
| Want it to bad she ain’t even mind the traffic |
| First night access phone numbers memorized |
| Season with the pimpin fuck around I leave you tenderized |
| Spit it fly until you coco butter with the mouth piece |
| Can’t help but place in hands on you like an outreach |
| Do it on the couch freak tell me how I make your blouse slim |
| Young live nigga in my prime and I’m spouse free |
| You know about me young debonair |
| Earrings getting lost hoes bring the extra pair |
| I can’t help it |
| I’m on my grind |
| She can’t help it |
| I told her we should take our time |
| I can’t help it |
| I’m on that grind |
| She can’t help it |
| A nigga always on her fine |
| She all for my discussions morals to production |
| She wanna blow my flute thought she was more into percussion |
| Not to be brass but I like a big ass |
| Underneath to see her leggings and she more into the function |
| Heart like a drumbeat crash into my planet |
| Similar my love I wait for y’all to understand it |
| I never move bass but I’m solid on this granit |
| I was polishing my gift y’all was probably playing mad and |
| Now she polishing my woo and y’all probably can’t stand it |
| Travelling the axis on some parles vous france shit |
| Accents germ roads, acoustics are my thing |
| Turn your dress around and maybe I can pull some strings |
| I put it in your mouth like it nearly sings |
| But we want to spend so I keep this acapella clean |
| Not gon' send no dreams she expecting diamonds rings |
| But I scratched at all we gotta find this green |
| I can’t help it |
| I’m on my grind |
| She can’t help it |
| I told her we should take our time |
| I can’t help it |
| I’m on that grind |
| She can’t help it |
| A nigga always on her fine |