GINUWINE

Six down to fifty nine
Slipping off the dinner wine
Lay it down to Ginuwine
Baby i ain't greedy
I'ma meet you at the finish line
Cocky when i hit it
Cause i got it and i know it's mine
I ain't finna gas you
Girl you know you fine
And if a bitch forget her place
Tell her fall in line
Na
My shorty don't play when it come to me
Wanna double up a K tell'em come to me
Yea come to me
Know you love it
God opening doors for me something like a hundred keys
We been planting money trees
They ain't wanting none of these
Shooters at yo head for a nigga like a hundred thieves
Working all winter time
But for you i got the time
Anytime
All the time
If you need me
Call the line
Ring the cell
Knock the door
Ring the bell
Bring it home
Girl you know i got it for you
If you need me right now
Aye DJ
Turn me up and turn the lights down
Aye
Pour another just to see if you can taste that
Ain't no twelve on the shots we don't chase that
I know you wanna get there but you gotta pace that
Going hard in all you do that's why you stay stacked
Acting up since you got single must be pay back
That's why that waist snacked
That's why that ass fat
That's why you talking all yo shit girl you can say that
Fuck them niggas baby you know we go way back
I can't play that
I'm on the way back
Hundred on the dash going
Six down to fifty nine
Slipping off the dinner wine
Lay it down to Ginuwine
Baby I ain't greedy
I'ma meet you at the finish line
Anytime
All the time
If you need me
Call the line
Ring the cell
Knock the door
Ring the bell
Bring it home
Girl you know I got it for you
If you need me right now
Aye DJ
Turn me up and turn the lights down