Lights Off - Chris Travis

Tell me how you feelin', I’ll tell you if its mutual

With the lights off, we performing sex rituals

Young Chris Travis I prefer, bad Dominicans

With they own house, own car and own dividends

Shawty come with me, you can bring the gin, and yo friends

All them niggas lame, all they ever do is just pretend

All my niggas getting bitches this is just where it begins

Hood on, hair down, let my shit blow in the wind

Ride around she know I get it, money on me watch me spend it

Water on me watch me sip it, Fiji Water steady dripping

Bitch you know I’m double dipping, ion know, why you tripping

Bitch you know I’m never slipping, working hard, for my living

Niggas talking so silly, 'till I slap they ass sisters

Yeah I’m kinda re, lentless, I feel like my life is endless

Baby you can come and get it, only if you ending wit' me

In my world, ain’t no interest, no way out bitches