Touchin, Lovin lyrics

[Intro: Nicki Minaj & Trey Songz]
Ooh, woo, yeah
Ayy
Young Money
Uh-huh
Trigga Trey
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Uh, let's get it, rrrrrrrr

[Verse 1: Trey Songz]
No, I ain't tryna flex (Tryna flex)
No ceilings, you can see who's in it, oh
If we're talkin' about sex (Girl, you gon' think)
Haha, girl, you know that I invented that (Invented that)
And I'm onto the next (Next)
That's unless you bring a friend who with it
Oh, I'm sorry
Oh, you mad that I came to the party?

[Pre-Chorus: Trey Songz]
Like, no, no, no (Uh-huh)
You took your girl to the club and now she gone (Uh-huh)
Now she asking me when I'm takin' her home (Uh-huh)
I tell her, "Let's go" (Leggo)
Long as you know 'cause I know when we get alone, that
[Chorus: Trey Songz]
I'm touchin' you tonight
(Nah) I'm lovin' you tonight
(Wait, no) I'm f*ckin' you, girl
You must be used to spendin', puttin' in that time (Uh-huh)
Touchin', lovin', f*ckin', can't make up my mind (My mind, oh, oh)
I'm lovin' you (Oh, oh)
(Wait, no) I'm f*ckin' you tonight

[Verse 2: Trey Songz]
Girl, you f*ckin with the best (Best)
Take a picture while I'm deep up in it, oh
And if they livin' right next (Next, next)
Then I bet they know my name in a minute (Trigga)
Let me feel your body sweat (Sweat)
I promise I'll keep your body dripping
Oh, I'm sorry
n*ggas mad 'cause I came to the party

[Pre-Chorus: Trey Songz]
Like, no, no, no (Uh-huh)
You took your girl to the club
And now she gone (Uh-huh)
Now she asking me
When I'm takin' her home, home, home (Uh-huh)
I tell her, "Let's go" (Leggo)
Long as you know 'cause I know when we get alone, that
[Chorus: Trey Songz]
I'm touchin' you tonight
(Nah) I'm lovin' you tonight
(Wait, no) I'm f*ckin' you, girl
You must be used to spendin', putting in that time (Uh-huh)
Touchin', lovin', f*ckin', can't make up my mind (My mind, oh, oh)
I'm lovin' you (Oh, oh)
(Wait, no) I'm f*ckin' you tonight

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, sometimes I tell 'em I love 'em because I just wanna f*ck 'em
I never love 'em or cuff 'em, and when we done I'ma duck 'em
He Ferragamo the buckle, he Louis V on the duffel
The pus*y wetter than puddles, I ride his di*k like a shuttle
I said, real n*ggas let real b*tches c*m first (c*m first)
And real b*tches been bad b*tches from birth (From birth)
Ugh, kiss him when he c*mming (Oh)
Made more money last year than Mister Drummond (Kyuhh)
Oh, he like it when I ride it slow

[Chorus: Trey Songz & Nicki Minaj]
I'm touchin' you tonight (Ugh, yeah)
(Nah) I'm lovin' you tonight (Uh-huh)
(Wait, no) I'm f*ckin' you, girl
You must be used to spendin', putting in that time (Uh-huh)
Touchin', lovin', f*ckin', can't make up my mind (My mind, oh, oh)
(Nicki, you know that I love it)
I'm lovin' you (Oh, oh)
(And I really wanna touch you, hahaha)
(Wait, no) I'm f*ckin' you tonight
[Outro: Nicki Minaj]
What you mean, "Wait, no?" Like, what?
You better act like you know, n*gga, it's Nicki Minaj
Uh-huh