I'm calling you, it's half past ten
I already know you're out, you're chilling with your friends
And I'm thinking 'bout what we gon' do
Turn off our phones to just me and you
And I know you don't wanna miss my love
So when you get this message, holler back
Tell your boys you gotta go 'cause you don't wanna miss it
I wanna hear you say you'll be here in a minute
Give me a freak, give me the ish
Get my hands all in your business
'Cause I got nothing but your boxers on
I'm calling you, I'm calling you
I'm calling you, ca-ca-calling you
I'm calling you, I'm calling you
I'm calling you, got nothing but your boxers on
Nothing but your boxers on
Got nothing, got nothing but your boxers on
Nothing but your boxers on
Got nothing, got nothing but your boxers on
So I let him in, he came inside
We talked of things that we gon' do tonight
He took me by the hand, led me to the bed
And told me, "Babe, tonight you won't regret"
No second thought, no need to wait and pray
So hurry home and slide into my bed
Tell your boys you gotta go 'cause you don't wanna miss it
I wanna hear you say you'll be here in a minute
Give me a freak, give me the ish
Get my hands all in your business
'Cause I got nothing but your boxers on
I'm calling you, I'm calling you
I'm calling you, ca-ca-calling you
I'm calling you, I'm calling you
I'm calling you, got nothing but your boxers on
Nothing but your boxers on
Got nothing, got nothing but your boxers on
Nothing but your boxers on
Got nothing, got nothing but your boxers on