[Chorus: Kelly Rowland]
Boy, you got that 6 in the morning,
You got that thing that'll make a girl feel high.
Oh, I say, ‘Boy, you got me lonely,
Just say the words, I'll do anything you want,
Boy, let me love you.'
[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Uh, I know that you think I'm the one, but who doesn't?
It comes with the territory when you buzzin'.
A ball player sold you a dream, ain't do nothing,
A couple rappers under your belt, but who's judgin'?
I ain't tryna guide you, hand on bible,
But Instagram pics show more than side views.
Thirty dollar nude catsuits is not cute,
And fifty comments on ass is not fluke.
So no cuffin', no buns in the oven,
If my girl call your phone, she's just bluffin',
As long as you and I both know we just fuckin',
If anybody else do ask, we just nothing.
[Chorus: Kelly Rowland]
Boy, you got that 6 in the morning,
You got that thing that'll make a girl feel high.
Oh, I say, ‘Boy, you got me lonely,
Just say the words, I'll do anything you want,
Boy, let me love you.'
[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Hey, mama, come fuck with the shotta
With the Givenchy toppa, shoe Balenciaga,
If you act right, I can match you up propa,
If it's about a dolla thing, big like Poppa,
Introduce your exes to my choppa,
Don't listen to your best friend, she don't matta,
You know she wanna be you in that vehicle,
Ridin' in see-through V1, V2.
Chanel or Céline, however, I see you,
Christians or Chloés, damn them C's too,
You know I play fair, I'm Daddy Day Care,
I know it ain't cheap for you to lay here.
[Chorus: Kelly Rowland]
Boy, you got that 6 in the morning,
You got that thing that'll make a girl feel high.
Oh, I say, ‘Boy, you got me lonely,
Just say the words, I'll do anything you want,
Boy, let me love you.'
[Verse 3: Pusha T]
Let's get past the nonsense and be honest,
All the ones I sponsored clear my conscience,
Can't commit the crime without accomplice,
We both to blame, let's push the shame behind us.
On the DL pushin' my brother's CL,
Meet you at the spot, you had tint on the TL,
It's only right you shake them phony types,
And embrace the kid, like my bracelets did.
Uh, I'm from the era where the money come fast,
Blow it all ‘cause the money don't last,
All them broke niggas lookin' puppy dog sad,
She in that new purse, sayin, ‘Honey, don't ask.'
[Chorus: Kelly Rowland]
Boy, you got that 6 in the morning,
You got that thing that'll make a girl feel high.
Oh, I say, ‘Boy, you got me lonely,
Just say the words, I'll do anything you want,
Boy, let me love you.'