| Running laps on that ass; how I made the track |
| Whole pole to stack, get the trimmers after that |
| After that, trying to find another but I couldn’t match |
| Flowers sweet as nectar I want cavities forever |
| My love, my love |
| You my daily nine to five, well let’s make that nine to nine |
| Cos im putting over time, my love |
| Let me prop you on my desk |
| I’ll be catching pink slip because your pussy’s too fly (fly) |
| I’m giving you all I got |
| It’s not going to fight the feelin' |
| Whisper my way into |
| Deep and your soul is with mine (yeah) |
| I want to tell my friends about you |
| Without outstanding relations there should come some expectations |
| Just know I’ll never ask you for a day off |
| Ever since your love became my day job |
| I’m hoping that it pay off |
| I’m hoping that it pay off (pay off, pay off, pay off) |
| Riding candy, sugar thighs |
| Taste as sweet as cherry pie |
| I don’t need an alibi |
| Working for you every night |
| Riding candy, sugar thighs |
| Creamy as vanilla skies |
| I don’t need an alibi |
| Working for you every night |
| I’m giving you all I got |
| It’s not going to fight the feelin' |
| Whisper my way into |
| Deep and your soul is with mine |
| Workin' and workin', I’m stacking your shelves |
| I’ve been savin' and slavin', your bodies my wealth |
| Say it’s just business, but can’t mind my own |
| Cos if both of us quit, tell me what we’ve got left |
| Take you out to dinner, just fly with me |
| Putting overtime that’s, fine with me |
| Lying in the arms, you don’t even have to turn around |
| Baby just cry for me |
| Riding candy, sugar thighs |
| Taste as sweet as cherry pie |
| I don’t need an alibi |
| Working for you every night |
| Riding candy, sugar thighs |
| Creamy as vanilla skies |
| I don’t need an alibi |
| Working for you every night |
| Whoo |