Savage Year

Long hair, black dress

Come & make my life a mess

Small waist, pretty face

Come and lemme get a taste

Told me it's your Savage Year, I seen the way you're blowing up

Know you ain't Zendaya, but I see the way you Shake It Up

Way across the room I see you, hoping you can give it up

Money ain't a problem baby, you know that I rake it up

Look at my whole life, I know you see the way I'm shaping up

Let's just leave the party now, there ain't no need for waiting up

(Cuz you know she got that-)