Rounds (Feat. Rick Ross)

Cotton candy fingertips Print my lips Print my lips I'ma slip inside those hips Hips Ease your grip Ease your grip Yeah, yeah Been waitin' while you've been hidin' I'm fiendin' like I'd never had it But now I got you wrapped around me Go at it like a savage Baby, I owe you rounds You know I'm gon' put it down, oh, oh Sugar sweat on your skin Taste your spice on my tongue Pickin' rose pedals in Anisa, France Uh Pink peacocks roamin' at the mansion Makin' love with the cherry on top Fireplace, ice cubes and the Scotch Uh Great sex, can I take you to your apex Yes Mornin' slow strokes, got you runnin' late Yes, haha What if we never met You'd be still in debt Because we know the world lives, now the scene is set Always chauffeurs, new trench coats How I got her wet on a big boat I get it ten bags at a time At a time I'm the richest and I did it off of rhyme Woo No longer affiliated with these rap squads One of one amongst rap gods White gloves with a head full of dark thoughts Huh Soft sex, first time with a mob boss Pull up in a Rolls Royce, new chariot Heavenly angles, John Legend's an angel This the moment, since we all needed the clarity They wanna change you, all they want is the same you Maybach Music Baby, I owe you rounds You know I'm gon' put it down, oh, oh Ayy, ooh, ah, yeah Baby, I-I-I, I-I-I owe you rounds Ooh, I-I'm gon' put it down, baby Baby, I owe you rounds You know I'm gon' put it down, oh, oh Cotton candy fingertips Print my lips I'ma slip inside those hips Ease your grip