Slow Down (Doin’ Too Much) lyrics

[Produced by Ricky P]

[Intro]
Ohhhh, ohhhh

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Girl I was thinking you should pull up
Last night I got so drunk I f*cked around and threw up
Last time you came through we ain't do nothin'
Told me slow down on them drugs I be doin' too much
Told me slow down on them drugs I be doin' too much
Told me slow down with the money I be spendin' too much
Mix that Mombay with Tampico yeah I call that gin punch
Eat that pus*y in the mornin', eat that pus*y for lunch

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
(Got a b*tch from the Chi, put her on some lean
I might hit that sh*t raw if the pus*y clean)
Young b*tch eat that di*k, she a f*ckin' fiend
Got my iPhone on, we gon' make a scene
Smokin' weed by the pound, all my cars clean
All my broads mean
Ain't no pain, ain't no gain
Take this di*k not partially
Chauffer get that car for me
Only get that bomb for me
I got two spanish hoes, wasn't even hard for me
She gon' make it hard for me, she gon' take it off for me
She be grabbin' on this di*k and got on no drawers for me
f*ck her all up in her crib, my di*k caught a card for me
Put it on the wall for me
She be comin' hard for me, b*tch
[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Girl I was thinking you should pull up
Last night I got so drunk I f*cked around and threw up
Last time you came through we ain't do nothin'
Told me slow down on them drugs I be doin' too much
Told me slow down on them drugs I be doin' too much
Told me slow down with the money I be spendin' too much
Mix that Mombay with Tampico yeah I call that gym punch
Eat that pus*y in the mornin', eat that pus*y for lunch

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Smoked a joint of Louie then get passed out
Had them booty shorts on with your ass out
Woke you up, you know I had to go for round two
I lick it good, I make you come, I ate it right, I do
I like to get on top
Ride it like a Harley
Light skin with a body
Blue dot with the Molly
Make her get exotic
I think that (?)
I think that a G code

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Girl I was thinking you should pull up
Last night I got so drunk I f*cked around and threw up
Last time you came through we ain't do nothin'
Told me slow down on them drugs I be doin' too much
Told me slow down on them drugs I be doin' too much
Told me slow down with the money I be spendin' too much
Mix that Mombay with Tampico yeah I call that gym punch
Eat that pus*y in the mornin', eat that pus*y for lunch
[Verse 3: Problem]
All I see is pus*y on the floor
pus*y on the wall, got more pus*y at the door
And n*ggas be poppin' up, leave that pus*y at the door
I even gon' tell 'em you like pus*y on the low
Who with them sh*ts?
I'm off them grits
No eggs, we tossed
(?) f*ck my faults
I came with lions
I came with wolves
You came at midnight
I left in coupes
Long nights, early days
Clean cut, razor fades
Diamond lane, Taylor Gang
Run the world, I run the bay
What? What? What?
I love eatin' pus*y off a P
If it's up to me I be f*ckin' all three
I see ya

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Girl I was thinking you should pull up
Last night I got so drunk I f*cked around and threw up
Last time you came through we ain't do nothin'
Told me slow down on them drugs I be doin' too much
Told me slow down on them drugs I be doin' too much
Told me slow down with the money I be spendin' too much
Mix that Mombay with Tampico yeah I call that gym punch
Eat that pus*y in the mornin', eat that pus*y for lunch
[Outro]
I had to tell a b*tch, look here b*tch my love is like a hotel. Know I'm sayin'? You gon' come here check in for a minute and I'ma check you out in the motherf*ckin' mornin' and it better be before motherf*ckin' housekeepin' get here which means a whole 'nother situation gon' show up

And b*tch you ain't gettin' no God damn room service, you ain't worked hard enough to leach around this motherf*cker, you know I'm sayin'? b*tch wanna leach around this motherf*cker gotta work hard in the God damned kitchen. This is a nice hotel hate when my motherf*ckin' love, get on the elevator go to the top floor God damn it, (?) pimpin' hoes also P H. Welcome to hotel love b*tch now check the f*ck out, send another b*tch upstairs, the room key ain't gonna work tomorrow