Love Language

I see a text every night if you ain't gone call me

Expecting flowers you pick me up I ain't walking

Yeah sentimental shit cute but baby it's not me

Go spend a couple of racks to show that you want me

Oh sweep me off of my feet then you catch me falling babe

Oh I say fuck it I can't pick just give me all of it

He said he likes how I make my money he proud of me

So say my name oh baby I could be your Prada bae

Come with me for the night

I'll show everything I'm looking for, what I like

I'll tell you all the things you do to me, get me right