I'm a black boy I like black things I got black dreams in my black jeans Oh, I think they like me Young thang Like Beyoncé Lookin my way, outta my way Let a n**** spit game You got brown skin like liquor A little brown sugar Always sweet inside the pitcher (Uh oh) Uh oh Make me wanna take a picture Think I know what to do with that figure I could get you high for a minute I could get you all worked up if you with it Tell me if you like that, ah Tell me if you like that I could get you high for a minute I could get you all worked up if you with it Tell me if you like that Ooh do you like that Ooh Give me something I can hold on to Paint you on my skin like a tattoo Tie me up in knots I can't undue You know what to do I'm on my way to you (On my way to you) I'm on my way to you (On my way to you) I'm on my way to you (On my way to you) I'm on my way to you (On my way to you) One day Maybe today We can 3 way with some foreplay Anyway you want it All facts, you can take that No cap, I won't hold back Anyway you want it You should drink up cause I'm smooth like that In love cause I'm cool like that Pull up in the mood like that You should Pull up on me, pull up Ooh Give me something I can hold on to Paint you on my skin like a tattoo Tie me up in knots I can't undue You know what to do I'm on my way to you (On my way to you) I'm on my way to you (On my way to you) I'm on my way to you (On my way to you) I'm on my way to you (On my way to you)