BLOODONTHETIMBS

Tell me, who do you think about?

Tell me, who do you think about?

I can see the vision

Who do you think about?

I think about you all the time

I just might be your bitch tonight

Is you tryna pour me up another drink tonight

Got your sweat all on my Christian Dior

We should take this to the floor

You and your Saint Laurent

Tell me what you really, really want

If it's what you really, really want

Flaunt, front of your friends

Love it when you sweet as sin

Pull it out put it back in

Blacker the skin, better is the juice of the gin

Safer when it's blood on the Timbs

And I just might be your bitch tonight

I think about you all the time

Tell me, who do you think about?

Tell me, who do you think about?

I can see your vision

Who do you think about?

I think about you all the time

Pocket six figure, hand on my thigh

Mine's on the trigger, headed to the land of the richer

Only bitch face for the picture

They coming to the comments, I'm coming on ya zipper

Speech of the figure, you don't need a coogi sweater

Tell me, is it me or the weather? Lil' go-getter

I'm already in your self-centered

Never self-centered, even when I don't feel ya daze

'Cause I'm headed back on the plane

Tell me, who do you think about?

(You's a bitch)

Tell me, who do you think about?

I can see the vision

Who do you think about?

I think about you all the time

Tell me, who do you think about?

Who do you think about?

Tell me, who do you think about?

Who do you think about?

Tell me, who do you think about?

Who do you think about?

I think about you all the time