Peace Sign - Red Cafe, Jeremih, Rick Ross

Hey girl, let me tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fuckin'

Hey girl, let me tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fuckin'

Lay you on your back

Got your legs in the air like a peace sign

Lay you on your back

Got your legs wide open like a peace sign

We can make it nasty

I know you love to get nasty

I be countin' this money

You can get freaky while I’m rollin' my Cali

Yeah, I only compare you to your reflection

Let’s say this thing we got be on textin'

Any time of day, strip off your lingerie

I’m a real nigga, its a real nigga holiday

I know its juicy as fuck I done heard 'bout you

Turn niggas to stalkers, I done heard 'bout you

Have you bussin' like a chopper, la la la

Used to be mellow when I was off the lala

You taste like a peach, what you told me

And you should get the sweetie pie trophy

If it’s sticky I need more than a quickie

Round 1, round 2, I’m strippin' you out them Vickies, ah!

Hey girl, let me tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fuckin'

Hey girl, let me tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fuckin'

Lay you on your back

Got your legs in the air like a peace sign

Lay you on your back

Got your legs wide open like a peace sign

We can make it nasty

I know you love to get nasty

I be countin' this money

You can get freaky while I’m rollin' my Cali

Fornication in the fountain blue

4 or 5 of them bitches couldn’t amount to you

I could spend it all, then spend a night with you

But I got too much of it, I’m just a flight away

She a baller, we both shopping for the same brands

Bail hard but they all call up 'bout her first name

I’ma change the bitch last name

Don’t wanna hear stories about your last lame (nah)

We sippin' syrup in the fast lane

Wide-body Phantom, lower miles than your prom date

I seen a brick in the 9th grade

Swerve up on a bitch and I might say (Maybach Music), ugh

Hey girl, let me tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fuckin'

Hey girl, let me tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fuckin'

Lay you on your back

Got your legs in the air like a peace sign

Lay you on your back

Got your legs wide open like a peace sign

We can make it nasty

I know you love to get nasty

I be countin' this money

You can get freaky while you rollin' my Cali

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Hey girl, hey girl

Lay you on your back

Got your legs in the air like a peace sign

Lay you on your back

Got your legs wide open like a peace sign