Genuine

Look, I'm a gentleman and I flex it, go knock on the door, I don't text it

She was testin', now she textin' her best friend he impressive, on to the sexin

Live tunes, got drunk, now we in the groove, real niggas don't dance, we bust a move

Oh, we grip and we grind, she wants, my rhythm inside

This guy, is rare, like he's vintage, not in the collection, he's missin

Malleable, valuable, like gold, flammable, I might blow

Yeah, what's in store? It's old-fashioned, guaranteed satisfaction, never lackin

Best believe that you know a young nigga taxin' bout my business, no slackin

Bad suitors tie me up with distractions, so I cut the strings, you're extracted, yeah

And don't ask me later on, when you see I'm on, what happened?

So many places laid my head though, from the country to the metro, shorty say that I am retro,

Yeah, come bounce with me and get jiggy, she gon' have sex with me in a minute