NYB Songtext

I love to hear him talk about it (Yeah)
I loe it 'cause he all about it (Yeah)
Used to play for the New York Knicks
Went to lovin' from likin' my pics
Threw it back and he caught feelings (Ooh)
Throw the bag in the cart, easy
I make songs and he sings my hits (Uh-huh)
Freaky deaky and he likes my kinks (Ooh)

I'm in T-R-O-U-B-L-E
It's trouble with that thing
But I'm L-O-V-I-N-G
Yeah, I'm loving on that

New York baby
Took his truck and picked me up at Newark
Then he took me to the telly
And he took his time
He said, "I know that you has a long flight But I got something longer"
My New York baby
Took his truck and picked me up at Newark
Then he took me to the telly
And he took his time
He said, "I know that you has a long flight
But I got something longer"

I love it when he call me mami (Uh-huh)
He love it when I call him papi (Uh-huh)
Need a whip and he left his keys (Yeah, yeah)
He's the man of the week's on me (Uh-huh)

Gezz
I love it when somebody wanna flex on me (Do it, daddy, daddy)
Guess I'm L-O-V-I-N-G
Yeah, I'm loving on that

New York baby
Took his truck and picked me up at Newark
Then he took me to the telly
And he took his time
He said, "I know that you has a long flight
But I got something longer"
My New York baby
Took his truck and picked me up at Newark
Then he took me to the telly
And he took his time
He said, "I know that you has a long flight
But I got something longer"

Longer
He said, "I know that you has a long flight
But I got something longer"
Longer
He said, "I know that you has a long flight
But I got something longer"