R. Kelly, Ace Hood, DJ Khaled - It's On lyrics

This drink got me in the club, so gone
(Ace Hood) Gone' man, I'm like

Damn, that body damn, that waist
Damn, that dress damn, that face
It's on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on (DJ Khaled)
All up in the club, all up in the backseat
All up in the crib
(What?) All up in the bed like-
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ohh ohh
(Kels! Go get 'em)

She bending it over
While she looking back at me
I ain't never had a chick get it up like this
Am I caught up? Probably
(Woop) More curves than a racetrack
And I just wanna ride it
I ain't never had a chick
Catch my eye like this
Make me leave the club early
(What?) Got a body of a dancer
Baddest in the party scale of one to ten
And that ain't no exaggeration

We be talking money, this the major league
(It's On)
Don't make sense, not to leave with me
Tell the valet, he can get the keys c'mon
You got me thinking

Damn, that body damn, that waist
Damn, that dress damn, that face
It's on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on (It's On)
All up in the club, all up in the backseat
All up in the crib, all up in the bed like-
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ohh ohh

The way you do it ain't fair, ma ew
You wrong but it feels so right
Fit's so tight I be in it til the mo'
(What?) Cell phone on the charger
We gon let it ring
I ain't never had a chick make me forget
Where I need to be (C'mon) Such a performer
The way I gotta sing it' i know I gotta go
But it don't look like I'm leaving

Girl, how you doing it to the beat (yeah)
You gon make me lose all my sanity (What?)
The way you move you're body
It's a mazing me, c'mon! You got me saying

Damn, that body damn, that waist
Damn, that dress damn, that face (It's On)
It's on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on
All up in the club, all up in the backseat

All up in the crib, all up in the bed like-

Oh oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh ohh ohh

Cause, yeah -Damn, shawty know she dead wrong
Way that dress fitting you would
Think it was painted on
Wine fine, dime hoping that you came alone
Even if you didn't
Tell that lame nigga go on
Sayonara Coupe is painted aqua
Body such a movie, girl, you deserve an Oscar
Kick it with the fliest nigga
Dinnertime -lobster pussy good
Swear I might consider me a sponsor
And that could truly be the liquor talking
(Oh) words slurring like I'm fresh up
Out the dentist office
Yeah, and it ain't hard to tell "I'm On One"'
Pitch to me, guarantee I hit a homerun
From the Phantom to the
Counter to my bedspring (Oh)
Know it's on when I'm alone
Let the phone rang
Damn, that body Far beyond a hottie
Brought my nigga Kels
Ain't no cuffing at the party but um

Damn, that body damn, that waist (Woo)
Damn, that dress damn, that face (It's On)
It's on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on
All up in the club
(What?) All up in the backseat (What?)
All up in the crib, all up in the bed like-
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ohh ohh (DJ Khaled)