Shade Shift on the track! Livewire, Livewire, Livewire, Livewire Livewire, Livewire, Livewire, Livewire Had her on the phone, say she wasn't tryna cut Got her all alone, and then she turnt up And then she turnt up, and then she turnt up Got her all alone, and then she turnt up Had her on the phone, say she wasn't tryna cut Got her to my home, and then she turnt up And then she turnt up, and then she turnt up Got her all alone, and then she turnt up We on the phone, she actin like she don't want it Put them pajamas on, I'm comin round the corner Come outside, she like "it's 2 in the morning" Girl I been posted, I been makin hella money...money And I need you to come and count it for me Lincoln, Frank, and Jackson and round it to the nearest hundred I talk about my life, and she say she want it If I get her out of shells, she a freaky woman Star stunnin, promise Ima run it She gon start blowin up my phone after we done Don't confuse me with them lames; my game ain't dummy My money ain't short, and my swag ain't bummy You lucky girl, I gave you a chance to put it on me Call me when you lonely, bitches they be all on me Them other niggas they phony, hungry they don't eat Skinny pockets, they not me Ballin like like I'm CP3 Had her on the phone, say she wasn't tryna cut Got her all alone, and then she turnt up And then she turnt up, and then she turnt up Got her all alone, and then she turnt up Had her on the phone, say she wasn't tryna cut Got her to my home, and then she turnt up And then she turnt up, and then she turnt up Got her all alone, and then she turnt up I know she go, but she actin like she ain't ready though I hit her phone, she pick me up from the corner store I think she got a man, but I think I got amnesia though I watch her climb on a pole and drop it to the floor Say she ain't a stripper, but she get her practice on Bandz Make Her Dance...that's her favorite song I confess...I got ratchet hormones Woke up in the morning, she had nothing on Fuck her til she screamin, that pussy hot, it's steamin I'm pourin up, I'm leanin, she throwin up willy bean man Her face covered in semen Hella high and I'm tweakin Roll it but I don't think she peeped it, roll it but I don't think she peeped it Head while I drive cause boy I dooez it live If she says she ain't a freak, then she's a muthafuckin lie I be fuckin all the time, we be rollin up that lime And even though I'm never asking, tell me that pussy mine Had her on the phone, say she wasn't tryna cut Got her all alone, and then she turnt up And then she turnt up, and then she turnt up Got her all alone, and then she turnt up Had her on the phone, say she wasn't tryna cut Got her to my home, and then she turnt up And then she turnt up, and then she turnt up Got her all alone, and then she turnt up