Red Wine

Imma keep you in line Fingers runnin' down your spine I know we got time Sippin' on some red wine Baby, you look fine Just give me a sign When it's time to intertwine Know she loves the way I rhyme I got lines that I know could make you mine This wine and dine sendin' chills all down your spine Fingers fallin' from your neck, slippin' down your waistline Uh, we ain't here to waste time Imma take it slower Have you bitin' on my shoulder You came over for closure But we only got closer The same, over and over I just can't seem to show her What she really means to me I just can't seem to hold her I told her babe hold up She hit the gas but I slowed up White button up Marc Jacobs Took the sleeves and I rolled em' She put her hair up in a bun Put one of my chains on Alexa can you put "The Take" by Tory Lanez on 'Cause I'm gonna' put you in seven positions I'm gonna' do it for seventy minutes I'mma pick you up and hold you down I'mma do it right I'mma have you wantin' seconds By the end of the night Dick you down to shut you up Put an end to the fight Spin you 'round and blow you up like dynamite Slow it down and speed it up I know what you like You should stay a little longer babe just cancel your flight Imma keep you in line Fingers runnin' down your spine I know we got time Sippin' on some red wine Baby you look fine Just give me a sign When it's time to intertwine Know she loves the way I rhyme I got lines that I know could make you mine This wine and dine sendin' chills all down your spine Fingers fallin' from your neck, slippin' down your waistline Uh, we ain't here to waste time Heartbeats rain', I'm pacing', this shit amazin' I'mma be patient, I'm waitin' on you to crave it I'mma leave you shakin' no way you could even fake it I'mma make you take it, your back, I'mma break it Nah, I'm just playin' Unless you misbehavin' I'm anticipatin' the cash flow I been waitin' I'mma stay chasing, these stacks is validatin' Swear to God I think it fills a void I've been strugglin' with Shoutout to Jack [Harlow] You know I be bumpin' his shit "Out Front" playin' while my bitch in here doin' the splits No counterfeit, my girl is really with the shits Baby, let me get you out that Saint Laurent fit 'Cause you, you're the one for me It's true, I keep it one hundred I ain't the one to run from, if you want some You might need to come over, I'll make you come for me