[Intro:]
Hey, hey, hey,
Come on!
We are havin' too much fun right here!
[Verse 1:]
She's got a secret but I know,
She wanna break it down for me like she tryna get some paper.
Who needs a stage with the lights low?
‘Cause you already dropped the bullet and turned it into something major.
[Bridge:]
Now can we discuss
How fast you just got undressed?
Girl, if sex is a contest, then you're comin' first.
And don't rush, go slow.
No, I can't lie, I'm impressed,
And no impatient encore
When love curtains close.
[Chorus:]
It's a cabaret!
Put on a show, get on the floor!
‘Cause even though I'm a professional,
I like to do my work at home.
Cabaret!
Put on a show, get on the floor!
You givin' me everything you got,
All I really want now is more.
Put on a show, get on the floor!
Get on the floor, get on the floor!
Put on a show, get on the floor!
You givin' me everything you got,
All I really want now is more.
[Verse 2:]
Fantasy play the role,
And all these new moves that I'd like got me feelin' like a stranger.
Say my name, do you know?
‘Cause I got you sayin' Jesus so much, it's like we are layin' in the manger.
[Bridge]
[Chorus]
[Drake:]
Okay, this just in, girl, the paper so long,
Always seem like I gotta wait for so long,
So long till you get off from work,
But listen, I got some better positions for you to take in for so long.
Always strap up just for safety, then go long,
Then do my touchdown dance in it no clothes on.
We might fuck around and slip tonight,
You're Kryptonite, you should probably have a cape to throw on.
On my Eddie Murphy Boomerang for ya,
Got a bunch of old girls that I threw away for ya,
I been in the gym doin' two-a-days for ya,
So I can lift ya up when I do the thang to ya,
Do, do the thin' to ya, girl, truth be told.
You set the pace then you ride it like cruise control,
The shit feel so right, gotta tell somebody,
I just can't decide who should know,
I'll keep a secret for ya.
I'm tryin' to ease your mind, word to Boosie,
Pole in my bedroom that was there when I moved in,
Okay, fine, I'm a terrible liar,
Girl, what difference does it make if it was there, it's mine.
You the girl that's gonna be there when it's marryin' time,
And I'm gonna fuck you like we are havin' an affair.
I swear, it's like I'm undercover way I'm cuffin' you, though,
Presidential shit, girl, you up on the poles.
Say, this is a private show, oh boy, don't start,
Keep it soul strippin', things slippin' like a pole vault,
North pole boy from the T.O.,
They ain't really ready for me and that J.T., though.
Cook for ya and then I break it down like a kilo,
Got a camera watchin' our every single move like casinos.
[Chorus]
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