Thurston McCrea - Touch'N You lyrics

[Intro: Usher] f**ing you, f**ing you Rozay, what's the problem with these rap n***as? They don't know how to play it cool, you know? I mean there's a time and place for everything Been thinking 'bout you all day Right now, it's about that time f**ing you, f**ing you, f**ing you Look how you turn me on baby You like when you talk to him, I mean you're saying something Singing is believing, Usher, baby Turn the lights on [Verse 1: Rick Ross] She kissin' on me, bitin' on my bottom lip In the Galleria all I get is buy me this Conversations on the phone until the break of dawn Combination to her home, I gotta make her moan Mean hustle got me chasin' all this fast money Balenciaga sneakers, now she touchin' cash money So s**y in them all black Giuseppe heels 50 stacks in her bag so she know it's real Top off the Ferrari now we thugged out Smokin' on that Cali, bumpin' 2Pac It's me against the world now, what's your phone number? Jumpin' in that Range Rover and I'm comin' over [Hook: Usher] f**ing you, f**ing you Been thinking 'bout you all day f**ing you, f**ing you Still can't get my mind off your body I'm day dreaming 'bout, look how you turn me on baby f**ing you, f**ing you Cause nobody compares to your body Every time you let me touch f**ing you, f**ing you And every time you let me Nobody compare to your body, yeah f**ing you, f**ing you [Verse 2: Rick Ross] I think I wanna put a ring on it I think I wanna tat her name on me I had a lot of s**y women But this is not the same for me Bounce, love it how she always make it bounce Rose petals on her bed, I walk in unannounced I love it when she speak a different language (papito!) I touch her in so many different angles Born stunna, and my baby so stunnin' n***as want her, but she find them so funny I'm gettin' money, livin' like the most wanted She all I ever needed, now Usher sing it [Hook: Usher] f**ing you, f**ing you Been thinking 'bout you all day f**ing you, f**ing you Still can't get my mind off your body I'm day dreaming 'bout, look how you turn me on baby f**ing you, f**ing you Cause nobody compares to your body Every time you let me touch f**ing you, f**ing you And every time you let me Nobody compare to your body, yeah f**ing you, f**ing you [Verse 3: Rick Ross] Pink champagne for my dime piece In the sheets you know I flip her like a 9 piece In the streets you know I'm eatin' like a lion feast Lick a nipple tryna tickle all the finer things Keys to the crib, keep it trill, time to handle biz Big dreamer, new Beamer, just the realest n***a Cover of the source, owner of the Porsche k**in' all haters, showin' no remorse Knockin' at the door, she recognize the voice I'm not them other boys, she know I shine the most She modelin' a lot, I know she on the go Another bottle of Ciroc, baby let's have a toast [Hook: Usher] f**ing you, f**ing you Been thinking 'bout you all day f**ing you, f**ing you Still can't get my mind off your body I'm day dreaming 'bout, look how you turn me on baby f**ing you, f**ing you Cause nobody compares to your body Every time you let me touch f**ing you, f**ing you And every time you let me Nobody compare to your body, yeah f**ing you, f**ing you . . . .