"Hotel" lyrics
I've been looking for this girl who kinda curvy
And the right amount of perky
And I know she off the percies, I can tell
Half black and the other half is Persian
And the way that I been lurking
You would think a young fella done fell
Clean soul but my mind is kinda dirty
And I been asking for mercy
But I'm tryna get you to my hotel
The only one, no I don't want no other versions
Is she single or a virgin
If a man is in her life then oh well
Girl you wanna come to my hotel?
Baby I will leave you my room key
I won't tell anybody if you don't tell
Even though everybody say this to me
We'll stop at Saint Laurent, even Chanel
Living out your life like it's a movie
Tell your girlfriends if you wanna talk
But make sure you bring a shorty for my wooski
Shorty look really bad in a Mercedes
And she's such a fucking lady
And I open every door for the girl
Pull a seat out and I push her right back
Just so I can look at that
You already know the vibes girl
She like my music
Asked if I was my producer
Bump the music in the coupe
While I be telling her they all about her
Bumping Future while we talk about our future
Introduce her to my shooters
Told 'em I ain't tryna lose a good girl
Girl you wanna come to my hotel?
Baby I will leave you my room key
I won't tell anybody if you don't tell
Even though everybody say this to me
We'll stop at Saint Laurent, even Chanel
Living out your life like it's a movie
Tell your girlfriends if you wanna talk
But make sure you bring a shorty for my wooski
Shorty want a bag, go to Hermes for a birkin
I ain't talking strap but I'm loaded, I been working
Haters in my ears on the 'Gram, keep on chirping (yeah, yeah)
No more [?] keep on lurking
Now I'm in a Bentley switching lanes, yeah I'm swerving
Bad bitch looks is the only dish she serving
Got a couple pervs in the family, they lurking
Let 'em all see I been working
Girl you wanna come to my hotel?
Baby I will leave you my room key
I won't tell anybody if you don't tell
Even though everybody say this to me
We'll stop at Saint Laurent, even Chanel
Living out your life like it's a movie
Tell your girlfriends if you wanna talk
But make sure you bring a shorty for my wooski
And the right amount of perky
And I know she off the percies, I can tell
Half black and the other half is Persian
And the way that I been lurking
You would think a young fella done fell
Clean soul but my mind is kinda dirty
And I been asking for mercy
But I'm tryna get you to my hotel
The only one, no I don't want no other versions
Is she single or a virgin
If a man is in her life then oh well
Girl you wanna come to my hotel?
Baby I will leave you my room key
I won't tell anybody if you don't tell
Even though everybody say this to me
We'll stop at Saint Laurent, even Chanel
Living out your life like it's a movie
Tell your girlfriends if you wanna talk
But make sure you bring a shorty for my wooski
Shorty look really bad in a Mercedes
And she's such a fucking lady
And I open every door for the girl
Pull a seat out and I push her right back
Just so I can look at that
You already know the vibes girl
She like my music
Asked if I was my producer
Bump the music in the coupe
While I be telling her they all about her
Bumping Future while we talk about our future
Introduce her to my shooters
Told 'em I ain't tryna lose a good girl
Girl you wanna come to my hotel?
Baby I will leave you my room key
I won't tell anybody if you don't tell
Even though everybody say this to me
We'll stop at Saint Laurent, even Chanel
Living out your life like it's a movie
Tell your girlfriends if you wanna talk
But make sure you bring a shorty for my wooski
Shorty want a bag, go to Hermes for a birkin
I ain't talking strap but I'm loaded, I been working
Haters in my ears on the 'Gram, keep on chirping (yeah, yeah)
No more [?] keep on lurking
Now I'm in a Bentley switching lanes, yeah I'm swerving
Bad bitch looks is the only dish she serving
Got a couple pervs in the family, they lurking
Let 'em all see I been working
Girl you wanna come to my hotel?
Baby I will leave you my room key
I won't tell anybody if you don't tell
Even though everybody say this to me
We'll stop at Saint Laurent, even Chanel
Living out your life like it's a movie
Tell your girlfriends if you wanna talk
But make sure you bring a shorty for my wooski
Writer(s): Dann Hume, Nikkita Wright
