On Fire

Imma get you home, and everything you want

Girl pick up your phone, I'm tryna get you home

You and me, I'm on fire

I'm on fire

Key to the villa, fresh out with them killers

Montana, buy that Skrilla

Catch feelings, we don't do those

Hit it from the back, kick her out the door

Hit my phone, ain't no fun

All around, that's a home run

Spent the whole month, flying back

Your bitch hit my line, my line

Shots of Patrone, on the trap phone

Feds at my crib, no one home

Home alone, bring it back

All the hoes love me like Income tax

Imma get you home, and everything you want

Girl pick up your phone, I'm tryna get you home

You and me, I'm on fire

I'm on fire

From the Coope to the Benz, no friends

East coast shortey, I hit up French

Waist so small, snif this coke up

Ten mile long bankroll, give me the Cho-cha

She alright, she love the gangstas

She love my voice, I love her swagger

Take her to the trunk

Fuck the bitch, all in the tub

I be deep, like ships in oceans

She so nice, with that devotion

When I fuck, she don't even hit the clutch

Bigger than a buck, shortey don't give a fuck

You nasty, boy, you nasty

You nasty, girl, you nasty

You nasty, boy, you nasty

You nasty, girl, you so nasty

Imma get you home, and everything you want

Girl pick up your phone, I'm tryna get you home

You and me, I'm on fire

I'm on fire

Welcome to the life of Holliwood Fergie

Chicks wanna cuff me, feds wanna murder me

Where you at, mommy, why you wanna hurt me?

Front roe, but you still ain't churped me

Got me circlin the hood like a pager

North to the south, I'm a real changer

I'm tryna get you to the crib, you know what it is

Put my dick on your lip, let you take a sip

Better yet, fall back, and let you strip

Get your handcuffs, and don't forget your wip

I'm Holliwood Fergie, I know you wanna hit it

Come to my hood, if you wanna get it

Treat her like Halle, treat her like Woopi

M O B, nigga, I'm a sucker for the nooky

Cross over here, I treat her like a rooky

First come to the league, bitch, hit your knees

We did it in the Honda

She told me it feel better with a condom

Can't hit, till the game end

Snitches, we done rade them

You know I'm a beast, on these beats

Everything is all T B T

Teach me, show me the ropes

That's that thing, Polo

Solo, fuckin up a call back

Baby, I'm pimpin, I got niggas that's squintin

Tryna see what we do

Imma get you home, and everything you want

Girl pick up your phone, I'm tryna get you home

You and me, I'm on fire

I'm on fire