Waiting for Tonight

[Intro: Bodega Bamz]
When you married to the streets
It's cold out here

[Verse 1: Bodega Bamz]
When you married to the streets, the ring finger your pinky
First time I seen her, I told her homie to link me
Luck be your lady, I hope nobody would jinx me
Waitin' for tonight 'cause she be talkin' real kinky
Waitin' for tonight so she could be in my arms
In the middle of the storm, she got a way to make me calm
Whatever happens, I hope it wasn't for nothin'
If I gotta call ya crazy, don't ever tell me I'm buggin'
If you got a problem, it's nothin' for me to solve it
I can add a couple bags to your closet, let me deposit
I was goin' dummy in the streets, wasn't lyin'
And I broke a couple hearts on the way, wasn't tryin'
But if I say I love you then I love, know you mine
But if I say I love you then I love, know you mine
Lonely down the aisle, the streets ain't got no father
When you married to the game, nobody can control her
So what's it gon' be? Survival of the fittest
Five times out the week, I see you on yo' fit list
I keep a wall up, you know that's for protection
If you ever got dumped then you know about depression
Pick yo' phone up when a real nigga call
I got a short fuse but my money real tall
If lovin' you a crime, then I'ma break the law
If lovin' you a crime, then I'ma break the law

[Bridge]
Easy lovin' (easy lovin')
Let go of me (let go)
I've been 'placent (I've been 'placent)
All [?]

[Verse 2: Bodega Bamz]
Hold up, wait a minute
Now I got time for the other women (so?)
Wait a minute
You ain't got a cause, okay, girl, Usher Raymond
Lookin' in the mirror, gotta kiss myself (muah)
Love me so much, I'ma miss myself (boy, bye)
When you get low, gotta lift yourself
Gotta lift yourself
I don't need nobody (gotta lift yourself)
I don't need nobody (gotta lift yourself)
Never chase nobody that's runnin' from you (I mean)
Now you on the bed, now you fuckin' the truth (shit)
Winners stay winners in defeat
When you come from where I come from, you ain't scared to lose
I wanna feel it if I'm payin' for it
What's love without pain in it?

[Chorus: Bodega Bamz, Jennifer Lopez]
Tonight, oh
Look, when you would be here in my arms
Tonight, oh
I've dreamed of this love for so long
I've dreamed of this love for so long
Tonight, oh
Look, when you would be here in my arms
When you would be here in my arms
Tonight, oh
I've dreamed of this love for so long
Dreamed of this love for so long
Waitin' for tonight, oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
What's it gonna be, five times a week
What's it gonna be, five times a week
Tonight, oh
What's it gonna be, five times a week
What's it gonna be, five times a week
Tonight, oh
Tonight, oh

[Outro: Bodega Bamz & A$AP Yams]
Nigga, I'm just speakin' 'bout my man right there
There he go, right there, there he go, right there
Why you gotta put me on the spot, bruh?
I'm very—I'm very timid, bruh, I'm very timid, bruh
I'm not—bruh
We 'bout to celebrate tonight