[Intro]
[Verse 1: Nick Colletti]
Girl why you playing, you know why I'm texting
It's 1 am and I just got one question
Is you up, What you doing and where you at
I'm trying to see some titties over Snapchat
If you ain't do it, thats cool, but I ain't gon, lie
Your body fine and your titties looking hella fly
Just a pic, sh*t it ain't ever hurt nobody
Girl, you ain't sl*tty, unless you trying to be sl*tty
Little flick, wishing you was on my di*k
Ain't a trick, just a bad b*tch, who know how act
Titties to my Snapchat
If I was there, sh*t, I'd have you on your back, like
Boom, boom, hear us from the other room
All up on me, you know I'm a be all on you
But for now, 'til we do that sh*t
Send your titties to my Snapchat b*tch
[Hook: Nick Colletti]
It ain't matter where you at
Just send them titties to my Snapchat
You in bed, you in class
Pull them titties out, and send them sh*ts to my Snapchat
I don't care where you at b*tch
Just pull them titties out for me
And f*cking take a picture of them titties
And send them to my Snapchat
[Verse 2: Nick Colletti]
I'm a be honest, girl, I've been a bad boy
Staring at your titties in your Snapchat story
You've been blessed, with chest some next level sh*t
If I wasn't a player, girl you'd be my main b*tch
Damn, staring at the screen hallelujah
And on some real sh*t, girl, damn I wish I knew ya
Take you out to eat, get you with them pretty words
Hit the crib, put them titties in my face girl
sh*t, the world ain't ready for you, you a queen
Top off, dancing, appointments I'm canceling
You and me, in the drop top Beam
Top off, titties out, tan lines on everything
Titties out bouncin'
pus*y like a fountain
Insurance on them titties, on the phone with my accountant
Screen shot them, girl you almost had a heart attack
Crazy how it started, titties to my Snapchat
[Hook]