butterflies Lyrics

Oh

Oh, woah

Hey, hey

I'm like, damn girl, what you doing by yourself

If you make a move, I might melt

I heard you're into drinking, well we got the top shelf to ourself

We could wind down, sipping Chateau Lafite

You know it's music to my ears when you chop up beats

I slide discreet, me and the rhythm, playin' hide and seek

I'm a beast when it comes to the Bee Gees

And I'm good with the pot like I'm serving linguini

You can meet me at 98.6

I might just have the time, but there's an avalanche rocking my wrist

Hey, you ain't gotta talk about your man, no, I insist

Cause he don't need to come around if he isn't consistent

Coco Chanel and Louis V, just for a hissy fit

I got some girls talkin' bout me sounding ignorant

I'm not perfect, don't tell me I'm worth it when I can't hold on

Breathe slow

Tell me he won't

Fuck up your mood

Cause what if he do

I might lose control

And say what you won't

And it might come off rude

But I'm trying not to

All I get are those butterflies inside

It's a feeling I can't deny if I tried

If I say that I love you, girl, I'm lying

Don't act like I'm judging you, it's your life

Don't let me get comfortable in your mind

I'm tryin' to do better, I know the lines

I just wanna say what you won't, no need to feel provoked

And I know, I'm not sorry if I'm honest

I'm in need of some innovating

New car parked outside that need some renovation

Bad bitches to the left and right of me, it's kind of embarrassing

If they washed up, they could get left on the pavement

I got some bitches lined up like the bases loaded

And you could pack 'em up and ship it to the J-Man

Hold on, wait, man, I'm tryna figure out if she Jamaican

Give me the bread and leave the rest for your savings

I can hit my money dance on this shit

Because I'm two-steppin', I'm on pace for this shit

Get out the kitchen, I'm microwavin' the instrumental

I'm steady bout my money like I'm savin' for a trip

Shawty asked me, can I find the bass in the mix?

I'm tryna replicate it while I'm takin' your dick

I text her back, do you want the WAV or the MP3?

She hit me with a wave, girl, that's not what I mean

Yeah, girl, that's not what I mean

You know

Baby, breathe slow

Tell me he won't

Fuck up your mood

Cause what if he do

I might lose control

And say what you won't

And it might come off rude

But I'm trying not to

All I get are those butterflies inside

It's is a feeling I can't deny if I tried

All I get are those butterflies inside

It's is a feeling I can't deny if I tried

If I say that I love you, girl, I'm lying

Don't act like I'm judging you, it's your life