DESTIN CONRAD and Jean Deaux - SATIN

This for my bitches straight bussin' out the Prada
Lot of niggas tryna ride right beside her
Off the reposado, no desperado
Ain't no puttin' on, still the money real long, uh
So tell me who will have the upper hand
When your friends treat you better than a nigga can?
Baby, goin' hard, so they gotta' come realer
Mad black spider doin' donuts like dealer
Name ring bells we humble the best men
Penthouse suite stayin' at The Westin
Pull up with some thugs, two girls, and Destin
Bitches seein' stars, it's givin' impressions, huh

Satin sheets and fever dreamin'
Private when you fly away
Spent the weekend tryna please you
Didn't even smile, babe, so
Tonight when I have one more
I'ma take a shot for you (take one shot for you)
You, you (take one shot for you)

When I hit you back then
You asked why I gotta' drive you crazy
Now you callin' times ten
Say someone saw me at the lot, lil' baby
And let somebody tell it
I was all over someone new
But let somebody tell it
'Cause somebody told you the truth (oh, ooh oh)

Satin sheets and fever dreamin'
Private when you fly away
Spent the weekend tryna please you
Didn't even smile, babe, so
Tonight when I have one more
I'ma take a shot for you (take one shot for you)
You, you

Satin sheets and fever dreamin'
Private when you fly away (when you fly away)
Spent the weekend tryna please you
Didn't even smile babe, so (didn't smile, so, baby)
Tonight when I have one more
I'ma take a shot for you (take a shot for you)
You, you (take a shot for you)

(Take one shot for you, take one shot for)

Written by:
Alexander Ben-Abdallah, Destin Devon Conrad, Jean Deaux, Veronica Vera

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