SAY IT (Touch My) Lyrics – Ty Dolla $ign

Read the complete SAY IT (Touch My) Lyrics by Ty Dolla $ign along with song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Ty Dolla Ign’s music, you can also explore CRAZY and DON’T KILL THE PARTY, two other songs by Ty Dolla Ign.

[Intro: Rema]
It ain’t enough for you to say it
Say it, woah
Yeah, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Girl, bend it back for me
Cancel your plans for me
Girl, I’m beside for you
Yeah, you do the same for me
I pull out the stick for you
It’s not the same to me
Show me that, show me that, show me that

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s not enough for you to say it
You know I need to see it
It’s not enough for you to say it
Oh, oh, oh, oh

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s a vibe, just get in that Ghost
Window shopping, doing the most
(??) toes
Push it down, I’m feelin you pose
(??)
Took my T-shirt, put it on backwards
This the real, (??)
Popped a pill, she dancing
(??) acting like (??)
Way she making love on me, I think it’s so perfect
I been (??) geeked up (??)
(??) me, (??)
Yeah, yeah, woah

[Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Girl, bend it back for me

Cancel your plans for me
Girl, I’m beside for you
Yeah, you do the same for me
I pull out the stick for you
It’s not the same to me
Show me that, show me that, show me that

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s not enough for you to say it
You know I need to see it
It’s not enough for you to say it
Oh, oh, oh, oh

[Bridge: Rema]
Hit me up now
(??) now
(??) now
(??) now
Woah, (??)
(??) say it, (??) now

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
Mask cover my flaws, I’m chaotic, ducking the law
Psyched out, back against the wall, hell nah, we ain’t fu*king raw
Me and Blackhaine like a posse, I’m more turnt than Ozzy
Baby, I’m just like a terrorist, cock back, aim at a Nazi
Recording on top of my terrace, you better not move my process
The pu*sy tried and got embarrassed and now the little boy in the hot seat
You better not play nobody, I’m in that Bluetooth ’bout my partner
We was just trapping in Atlanta, now we in the green rooms having lunch (Ha)
No matter how rich I get, my young n!ggas still sell sour
She in the house with my s*it, she better not touch my flowers
Getting tired of the jits, I got to show ’em my power
(This girl better not touch my flowers)
I’m standing on s*it like a tower