Oolala, first flight out of MIA Oolala, pop up on me, don't be late We don't need chase Call me up, if your man ain't home Run it up, buss it down Show me how it go Don't tell me how you feel, don't need to roll the dice But fuck it girl, you might as well just spend the night 'Cause oolala, oolala, way she throw it back 'Way she back all of my yak Said she love me, that's a fact 'Way she look me in my eyes, make me want it more Strip down for me, baby girl, what you waiting for? Only rocking satin silk, Ritz Hotel robes I like you and you like Ace, won't you pour some more? We can book a flight to Cannes by the weekend come Blasting Loft Music in a mansion, oh my Lord She span it round, 'lil mama made my kingdom come Brought a friend, double down for ménage À trois Oolala, first flight out of MIA Oolala, pop up on me, don't be late We don't need chase Call me up, if your man ain't home Run it up, buss it down Show me how it go She work through the week just to get dick on the weekend I got one night for you, I might just leave in the AM But she jumped in the pool she want good sex (sex) 'Way she pressing on me, she might leave a dent Oolala, first flight out of MIA Oolala, pop up on me, don't be late We don't need chase Call me up, if your man ain't home Run it up, buss it down Show me how it go