[Verse 1]
Persian rugs, but she's from Nicaragua
Thought you was Persian, love
Are we turning up
Or are we wasting time?
Girl, don't waste my time
You know I'm on party
I don't just wanna chill with you, oh, oh no
I wanna turn up on
I wanna turn you on
I wanna lay with you
That's the least I'm gon' do, ooh
Fuck I look like? I don't wanna chill
I'm just saying, I want you to feel
Can you feel it babe? Can you feel me baby?

[Verse 2]
Loving you there
Fucking you right
Loving you there
Loving you right
Fuck with a pro
Come baby, fuck with a pro
When you gon' let me know?
I be kissing you slow
Girl the truth is I been fucking on you
Feenin' for you
Just so you can come and push it on me
Push it, push it on me
Push it on me, push it
Persian, Per—
[Outro]
But she's from Nicara—
Ni-Ni-Nicara-a—
Nicara—, Ni-Ni-Nicara-a—