Wale - The Trip (Downtown) lyrics

Okay my game tight My game right Don't even know her name until I know her taste right. I said my game tight My game tight Don't even know her name until I know her taste right. Pa**ion that she's asking for Her man always slacking, no? That why when he outta town I make sure she is not alone That's when she gon hit my phone and tell me what's been goin on Tell me whats been on her mind and I'm inclined to know some mo' Tired at her normal seat 9 to 5 is all it be Cubical small as sh** and coworkers is talkative (?) don't call the crib boyfriend on that jealous sh** He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live But Friday night she gon make him babysit we gon blow that haze a bit And get away from all of it See it's not right But it's okay you see our love is just not the same Cause any woman lacking love deserves is entitled to a get away. [Chorus] [Skit] Good love then I can do that for her I can do that to a n***a and make a pool on her It's temporary lust you need an in showing And for the time being lets me in love with the moment Okay you dancing drinking on your last one Im just tryna poker face that's why I got my hand in Grown man sh** tonight no romance sh** and you should make this bedroom like Monday night at magic Like a (Gigi mcguire?) now let me up inside I give you that ma**age good hygiene is required ion want no dirty junk I just want a girly girly that own a rack of Jordan but don't sport em cause she love her pumps Give my love to no one else kiss that cookie til it melt I am going underwater...micheal phelps Do it til I'm tired or your homegirl can provide the help or you can be ms independent make that movie by yourself [Chorus]