Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah.... It's Di-Mor here
[Verse 1] Lock the door behind you, ain't no backing out of it. (Yeah)
Got my hands on your waist, I know you love the sound of it. (Ooh)
Take a sip of the drink, let the liquor run through it. (Run through it, yeah)
Baby, I know you're a freak, let's get into it.
You know I want you, let's get to it. (Get to it)
Let's push ourselves to the limit, c'mon baby, let's do it. (Ooh-yeah)
[Pre-Chorus] You got me so much trouble. (So much trouble)
Mama ain't like you, but that's her opinion. (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus] That Prada only makes you hotter. (Hotter)
Come closer, let me spoil you even more. (More)
That Gucci got you looking dangerous. (Dangerous, babe)
Baby, come here, let me taste you. (Mmm, let me taste you)
[Verse 2] Swiping the card, I don't even check the amount. (Nah)
Drop the shopping bags right before we hit the couch. (Woah)
You said you're a freak, so show me what that's about. (Show me)
Ain't holding back, we gonna take the longest route. (Yeah)
Turn your location off, let them wonder where you at. (Where you at?)
You want the high life? I'm the one providing that. (Providing that, yeah)
[Pre-Chorus] You got me so much trouble. (Oh, no)
Mama ain't like you, but that's her opinion. (Yeah, [Chorus] That Prada only makes you hotter. (Hotter)
Come closer, let me spoil you even more. (Spoil you, baby)
That Gucci got you dangerous. (So dangerous)
Baby, come here, let me taste you. (Taste you...)
[Instrumental] They can talk all they want, we ain't listening now. (Shh)
Got you draped in designer, let me take it all down. (Take it down)
From the heels to the necklace, leaving trails on the floor. (On the floor)
Every time that we finish, you come asking for more. (More, yeah)
It's an expensive habit, but I pay the fee. (I pay it)
Ain't nobody gonna fund your bad decisions like me. (Like me, [Chorus] 'Cause that Prada only makes you hotter. (Makes you hotter, yeah)
Come closer, let me spoil you even more. (Ooh)
That Gucci got you looking dangerous. (Dangerous)
Baby, come here, let me taste you. (Let me taste you, girl) let me taste you. (Mmm-hmm)
Ain't no limits tonight, let's get to it. (Get to it)
Take off that Prada... (Yeah, take it off)
You a freak, baby, let's do it. (Ooh-woah, yeah...) [Instrumental]