Take You Home With Me (A.K.A. Body)

Girl, you know you got a body-ody-ody

Where you get your little body-ody-ody?

Girl, I wanna freak your body-ody-ody

I just wanna take you home with me

Girl, you know you got a body-ody-ody

Where you get your little body-ody-ody?

Girl, I wanna freak your body-ody-ody

I just wanna take you home with me

She get it from her mama

You can't tie a sweater over that ass, or hide it in pajamas

We laid back, blowing ganja

DVD, she make it hard to watch a flat TV, whoa

I crept up behind her

Mami threw it like a quarterback

I caught that like Rice

I call mami Montana, bandana

Tied her hands up, this is gangster love

Threw on a rap CD, we gangster fucked

This ain't R&B smooth, I ain't a R&B dude

Poured a glass of Armi, got mami in the mood

Then she stripped for me like the Moulin Rouge

I think I might wife her

You know, powder blue Rocawear suit, white Nike her

Add mami to the cypher

R-O-C for life, 'cause the gang, motherfucker

Girl, you know you got a body-ody-ody

Where you get your little body-ody-ody?

Girl, I wanna freak your body-ody-ody

I just wanna take you home with me

Girl, you know you got a body-ody-ody

Where you get your little body-ody-ody?

Girl, I wanna freak your body-ody-ody

I just wanna take you home with me

I make you hotter than the next bitch

No need for you to ever sweat the next bitch

With speed

I make the next bitch see the exit

Indeed

Gotta know you're verily respected, by me

You get the keys to the Lexus but no drive

You get your own 2002, she through riding

Keep your ass tighter than Versace

That's why you gotta watch your friends

You gotta watch me, they conniving, shit

See, I just wanna freak your body-ody-ody-ody

I know you don't do this for everybody-ody

But everybody ain't as horny as me

And your body's calling me

Girl, you know you got a body-ody-ody

Where you get your little body-ody-ody?

Girl, I wanna freak your body-ody-ody

I just wanna take you home with me

Girl, you know you got a body-ody-ody

Where you get your little body-ody-ody?

Girl, I wanna freak your body-ody-ody

I just wanna take you home with me

Mami shot through the pad with the Mark Jacobs bag

Her thick stitched seam and my favorite ass jeans

Y'all know the first date wearer's

To make objects bigger than they appear, like a rearview mirror

Oh, her shoe game is real

She gave 'em the Christian Louboutin's with the four-inch heels

But honestly, my favorite type of gear

Is a scrunchy for her hair and La Perla underwear, clear?

Girl, I hear you calling, let's stop staling

Do what we came to do

Girl, I hear you calling, let's stop staling

Baby, I want you, yeah

Girl, I know you got a body-ody-ody

Where you get your little body-ody-ody?

I just wanna freak your body-ody-ody

I just wanna take you home with me

Girl, you know you got a body-ody-ody

Where you get your little body-ody-ody?

Girl, I wanna freak your body-ody-ody

I just wanna take you home with me