Bryson Tiller - I'm Ready for You

[Intro]
Hello? Yeah, yeah
Hey, how's it going? (How you feel?)
My name is Young Tiller, Bryson, Pen Griffey
You could call me whatever
I still want you bad as ever

[Verse 1]
And I know you know this already
'Cause you been that **** already
You don't wanna hear shit, now let me
Tell you, you're top of my list, I'm ready
You smile, but I'm dead serious, so I'm ready
I'm down, just tell me if you with it, I'm ready
I said it three times but don't forget it, I'm ready
You, you know you impress me, girl

[Chorus]
Yeah, I see you in them pictures and you flossin' and shit, huh?
Had to get to know you better, tell me how your ex-nigga really took a loss with this shit, huh?
Guess he gotta step, I'll show you better
Step outside the vehicle in heels, got 'em pausin' and shit (Yeah)
Dancin', love it when you start with the hips
And it taste like cherry lip gloss on your lips, ayy
Date night, girl, let's get it poppin'
It start with the hate, right?
You like how I'm talkin' and shit, huh?
And your nigga don't be talkin' 'bout shit
That's the difference, yeah, he met me, yeah, I'm broad with the shit, huh?
Plus I walk how I'm talkin' and shit, huh?
Friends so protective, they all with the shit, huh?
They be like, "Why they all say the shit?", huh
Have shawty straight just as long as you with me
When you ready for me, be like, "Baby, come get me"

[Verse 2]
Imagine, have a night out in Paris
Fall and winter romances
Baby, if I got it, swear to God you can have it
If you took a chance on me, girl, you would see that
I'm an everything man
I don't play no games when it comes to you
Don't have to leave, I will come to you
I left as soon as I saw you

[Chorus]
Post up them pictures of you flossin' and shit, huh?
I just had to get to know you better, tell me how your ex-nigga really took a loss with this shit, huh?
Guess he gotta step, I'll show you better
Step outside the vehicle in heels, got 'em pausin' and shit
Dancin', love it when you start with the hips
Taste like cherry lip gloss on your lips, ayy
Date night, girl, let's get it poppin'
It start with the hate, right?
You like how I'm talkin' and shit, huh?
And your nigga don't be talkin' 'bout shit
That's the difference, yeah, he met me, yeah, I'm broad with the shit, huh?
Plus I walk how I'm talkin' and shit, huh?
Friends so protective, they all with the shit, huh?
They be like, "Why they all say the shit?", huh
Just as long as you
When you ready for me, be like, "Baby, come get me"

[Outro]
Tell me, is you with it? I'm ready
I said it, I know you don't forget it, I'm ready