Come Over

Yeah we get along together, I don’t got a lot of money
When she pick my ass up in her daddy’s Mazerati
I’m a Motown kid, she’s a California hottie
Says her folks ain’t home and that’s when we get to rocking
'Cause she got a big crib and she’s getting kinda lonely
And my phone goes off and she texts me that she’s horny
Like oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Like oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
This love is out control
She calls me when she’s all alone
'Cause I’m an outta town kid
With some outta town swag, oh
Come over
Come over
Come over she said
Yeah we get along together, I know how to keep her happy
She want good sex, couple Xannies or some addy
And we hit the coolest parties
Vicky hit me with the addy
She calls me up late and she only calls me Zaddy
We in Beverly Hills and we always getting faded
Said remember me Will, when you get famous
Like oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Like oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
This love is out control
She calls me when she’s all alone
'Cause I’m an outta town kid
With some outta town swag, oh
Come over
Come over
Come over she said
This love is out control
She calls me when she’s all alone
'Cause I’m an outta town kid
With some outta town swag, oh
Come over
Come over
Come over she said