Verse1
Whatcha wanna do I’m, right in front of you
gotta place backstage that’s ready for two
Where we can get our grind on
Do the thangs ya don’t dare do with the lights on
J-O, you know the rest [bad word] on
Bring it to me, ima give it to ya girl, let’s go
Im gonna get mine, you gonna get yours 
 [bad word] you look good and I wanna take off
If you like to if you don’t mind
Let us sneak out the back door, leave it all behind
You and me one on one, 
Gonna give what you want
Just tell me when it’s on, then it’s on
Then I felt sudden slap on my face 
Saying J, you aint really top of my taste
With a smooth talk, and a cool walk
Gotta man plus you aint exactly looking like Jude Law
Say What?
 [bad word] Looking nice “Yes, Do I want a bite “Yes”
Do I mind if u gotta man by your side “No”
Got no wrist like “wow” and my kicks are “old”
But I’m still like hold up “Whatcha wanna Do”

Ey stop for a minute miss, I didn’t finish it
Don’t mean to show, but u aint got no limits with, me
Pay attention to the way you breathe, 
Tryina tell me you don’t feel it?
I’m a pump that adrenaline
Have you bump eloquent
Do all them thangz that’s relevant
An, ad little bit more, fast and little bit slow
Move away from the wall to the middle of the floor
Let me take care of ya
Take you over seas and I aint talking about America
Show what separates J from the rest
Two chances is all I need to be flaring ya
First off I bring up the lighter 
Second off I set your whole body on fire
Let your man know
He’s smart enough to have you
But dumb enough to let u out, if he asks say J said so
 [bad word] 
Verse 3:
Hop in hop in we be Rollin Rollin
Doing something bumping, in the backseat the feeling like wow
And I aint talking about igniting a dro
Rather talk about getting you off them … 
Strap your belt on, we going out, for, a ride, do something
You going like though
Get your freak on, wont u speak grown
Tease me a little with the thing u know me want
Breathe in breathe out, show u what I’m worth
Rough and raw but I promise I wont hurt
Gimme what you got ima handle it proper
Show me what you made of and I won’t stop ya
Till the tire go flat, if it busts I got the spare right at the back
We be rollin on until early morning till the [bad word] up
Or until your man is calling