Honey

Bryson Tiller

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Nah
Fuck it... check me out!

I hit your phone like, "What's up? When you tryin' get this sex from me
You know I don't mean no disrespect, honey"
Ay, ain't no gas, you the best, honey
Fine ass, send a pic, had to get a text from me
Lovin' how that gold sit on your neck, honey
That gold chain that's on your neck
I love the way you dress, got a nigga so impressed
Come out to the West, you say that's a bet
Wish I had a jet, get you here faster
Been on one before, must be fuckin' with a rapper
I knew you was with it when you drove out to Atlanta
I knew you was different when you spoke to me, your grammar
(You're so) eloquent and mannered, yeah, that shit attractive
And you nasty, told me come break your back in
What's poppin' later? We got action, no distraction
Know a place that we could crash in

(Baby girl, I know a place where)
I know a place that we could crash in
(A place where we could get there)
I know a place, oh
(What you askin'?)
Honey, what you askin'?
(Baby, tell me what you askin' for, back and forth)
(Yeah, she know that)
She want that sticky slow like Molasses
(Slow, girl, slow, girl)
Anything you want, you can have it
Honey, you a bad bitch

They don't know what I know, they don't see what I see
You know bitches gon' hate on you constantly
Say the things you bought, you prolly got from me
That's nonsense, we don't listen to nonsense
Get it on her own, no, she don't need a sponsor
Yeah, mama, get your bread, mama
Look so innocent but she a head monster
She could get whoever, swear I gotta lay it proper
But you can still call me Young Papa
Take trips with me, nothing's what it's gon' cost ya
Next time we hit New York, we need a loft, yeah
Damn, that ass so soft
Handful of your hair, I pull it when I break you off
Get it, get it however you want, yup
Look at you, baby, you dolled up
Don't be modest, you get all this
Tell me what you askin'

(Baby girl, I know a place where)
I know a place that we could crash in
(A place where we could get there)
I know a place, oh
(What you askin'?)
Honey, what you askin'?
(Baby, tell me what you askin' for, back and forth)
(Yeah, she know that)
She want that sticky slow like Molasses
(Slow, girl, slow, girl)
Anything you want, you can have it
Honey, you a bad bitch