Marques Houston - Express Lane lyrics

[Verse 1:] Looking at me, looking at you If I can talk dirty, then you can talk too Body look good, with a natural high I'm missing on my love with them thighs in the sky I know you got a man, I know you got a choice Even though you got champagne on your voice A little X-rated how you moving in the crowd Drink up the Patron, go and walk it on out [Hook:] You said the reason why you get dressed up and you look so cute when you come to the club It's cause you worked all week and you didn't make enough So the ballers gotta show you some love Cause you got a 9 to 5 and your son getting older And it seem like you're pushing to the curve Baby daddy ain't there, baby daddy never care And it's really starting to work your nerve [Chorus:] You're in the express lane, talk to me With beautiful, comfortable express seats Call her at a bar, gotta get her num, go out You're in the express lane It's where you gonna be sipping on Goose Looking at me, running your mouth Expressive, the pain girl You're in the express lane [Verse 2:] And immediately throw the card up I'm a hit the bar, you gone charge it on up Go on get a gla**, fill it on up Keep the bar open like I'm looking for love I ain't trying to trick, no I ain't no shrink Sitting here, like to swallow Martini, like to drink A plus it's your thing, baby do it well Another sip of tonic ought to put you in a spell [Hook:] Said the reason why you get dressed up and you look so cute when you come to the club It's cause you worked all week and you didn't make enough So the ballers gotta show you some love Cause you got a 9 to 5 and your son getting older And it seem like you're pushing to the curve Baby daddy ain't there, baby daddy never care And it's really starting to work your nerve [Chorus:] You're in the express lane, talk to me With beautiful, comfortable express seats Call her at a bar, gotta get her num, go out You're in the express lane It's where you gonna be sipping on Goose Looking at me, running your mouth Expressive, the pain girl You're in the express lane [Verse 3:] Keep talking and you look so cute Keep talking to me, I'm listening to you Girl I know you can feel it in the air I'm hearing what you saying, even though I don't care [Chorus: x2] You're in the express lane, talk to me With beautiful, comfortable express seats Call her at a bar, gotta get her num, go out You're in the express lane It's where you gonna be sipping on Goose Looking at me, running your mouth Expressive, the pain girl Your in the express lane