FACES (but like the one the label made me do)

[Chorus]
And I'm on the way home girl, don't you worry
Doing 85, speed limit on 30
But when I get home, I'll already be naked
I'm tryna exchange fuckin' faces
And we can go on road, and state to state it
From Houston to Cali, Virginia to Vegas
And when I get home girl, don't be playing
I'm tryna exchange fuckin' faces

[Verse 1]
If closed mouths don't get fed
Then speak up now, on speaker phone before my shit dead
You know I got no problem telling you what race is led
No closed mouths, no closed miles don't get head
If love's a song then it's just ours, and we don't need the feature
I spent them dollars to get ya, now I spend'em to keep ya
And I don't like playing the game, but damn sure hate the bleachers
So I'm speeding in my lil Benz, it's black and mine's is sleeker
And I ain't worried about these hoes
'Cause I'm too focused on getting this dough
So as I'm moving up to your door
Better start coming out ya clothes
Been thinking about this all day for sure
And that's just what, we asking for
And now I'm falling out of liking, in love fast, and yeah
And that's just what, we asking for
And now I'm falling out of liking, loving fast, and what? (what, what, what)

[Chorus]
And I'm on the way home girl, don't you worry
Doing 85, speed limit on 30
But when I get home, I'll already be naked
I'm tryna exchange fuckin' faces
And we can go on road, and state to state it
From Houston to Cali, Virginia to Vegas
And when I get home girl, don't be playing
I'm tryna exchange fuckin' faces