Kiss on me, yeah, but I don't really want nothing
And I be thinking about something
But I can't tell your ass nothing
You kind of know I be puffin'
Want to turn nothing to something, babe
And when I think about you, I think I go for the try
And when you think about me, you really just turn me off
Boy, you need to go ahead and turn nothing to something, babe
'Cause, baby, it ain't nothing
Turn us into something
'Cause, baby, it ain't nothing
Turn us into something
Something, something better
Something better
I'm just trying to turn us nothing to something
Yeah, look, let's now turn this penny what I hold into a diamond
I'ma try and play my favorite song again without rewinding
Now, can you teach me how to make a watch with my bad timing?
Is it possible that I can get your loving on consignment?
Okay, I'm ready now, so can I hurt your walker?
Can I run it back? You're hard to reach like when I feel that itch
I put my upper back, I dry through, 'cause you're super bad
And I make loving that, I rub your back
Plus I sling that wood like a lumberjack
Let's do us, 'cause I hate it when you chug that dusa
With your Houston ass, girl, of course you love me, I'ma screw up
But I'm that same nigga that you prayed for
Bruno Marcus Black, baby, I'll catch a grenade for you, hold on
'Cause, baby, it ain't nothing
So turn us into something
'Cause, baby, it ain't nothing
So turn us into something
Something, something better
Something better
I'm just trying to turn us nothing to something, yeah