You could hit me when you want a little love With no strings, no strings Hinge boy with a nose ring Told him if he come through, then don't blink And I sent him home at sunrise, that's a routine, yeah, yeah Disclaimer, I've been on paper Yeah, he's such a player, yeah, yeah, yeah He tried to hide it, but I know His dad was in the league, that's why he hit it like a pro And I just wanna kiss him, tell my friends I like it when his hands round my neck I love that shit, yeah You could hit me when you want a little love With no strings, no strings Hinge boy with a nose ring Told him if he come through, then don't blink And I sent him home at sunrise, that's a routine, yeah, yeah You want a little love With no strings, no strings Hinge boy with a nose ring I know he only come through for one thing And I sent him home at sunrise, that's a routine, yeah, yeah You say you don't got the time Well, perfect, neither do I But I might cut a couple of hours off for you tonight I just named my time and place And a couple things that I like And no, I don't got no whip But I'm riding it like a bike Damn, New York called me saying, yes, yes Wait, okay, yes Sorry, I'm too busy for a boy that wanna know me He's a trophy He could hit me when he want a little love With no strings, no strings Hinge boy with a nose ring Told him if he come through, then don't blink And I sent him home at sunrise, that's a routine Want a little love With no strings, no strings Hinge boy with a nose ring I know he only come through for one thing And I sent him home at sunrise, that's a routine, yeah, yeah I like it when His hands round my neck I love that shit His hands round my neck Take five, then we go to ten Feels like seven-tenthin' Test him out, just trust his friends Bend it like his background Plot twist, I love when he dips He can't spend the night But he could hit me when he want a little love With no strings, no strings Hinge boy with a nose ring Told him if he come through, then don't blink And I sent him home at sunrise, that's a routine Want a little love With no strings, no strings Hinge boy with a nose ring I know he only come through for one thing And I sent him home at sunrise, that's a routine, yeah, yeah I like it when His hands round my neck I love that shit His hands round my neck