Spring, summer, or fall, winter takes it all, all away
Hang on girl, giving you the best of me, me
She says her chips, she no want hear no more
Door lock, light lock, halftime, everybody set the floor
Mad crazy rooftop, she heard that before
Woman a more than third base, more than Duster score
For a play this time, plotting no more wine
She never miss timing
Yeah, she do it again