Lyrics Wind it Up (Feat. Mel) - Inno

Wind it Up, Wind it Up, Wind it Up, and make it tick for me
Wind it Up, Wind it Up, Wind it Up, and make it tick for me

When you get up with her for the first time, you better believe
You're going to want to knock it out of the park indeed
Put it on her from the morning til the dark then leave
Come back with a pack of Magnum sleeves
Shorty be, doing it bigger than anybody else
Heater her up, you'll see she's good for your health
And if anybody ever wants to get at her then
They have to get at you first because you ain't felt
Nothing like this in a long time,
Shorty backs it up and you can see her thong line
Plus she's got those DSL's but she ain't never been online
Except to come to Myspace, and give me Facebook
We're on our Black Planet, its such a great look

Shorty reminds me of my Cartier (So Fresh),
Pretty like my Presidential Diamond Face (Rolex)
She's like a Movado that's on display (So Sick),
And I bet shorty will make you want to say... (Oh Shit)
The way she
Wind it Up, Wind it Up, Wind it Up, and make it tick for me
Wind it Up, Wind it Up, Wind it Up, and make it tick for me

Shorty's always up on the latest
Fashion, No matter how long that shit lasts
She's going to be having you pop them tags,
And if you got dough, you're going to cop that Jag
Because you be screaming out money ain't a
Thing, making it rain, trying to get brain
Doing those things that be keeping
Them gold diggers aimed right at your chain
That's why I got to get a Michelle Obama, Chick to be my baby-mamma
And the way she be backing it up,
Will probably want to make you kill it like you're Jeffrey Domer
Name another chick in here that's
Hotter, than that one that's rocking Prada
Why do you think they're tossing dollars?
Little mamma right there is fucking flawless!
They're on their way out, she's on her way in (Wayan)
Like she's related to Keenan-Ivory, Sean, Marlon, and Damon
I'm saying I gotta be getting a piece of that,
I can tell by the way that she's peeping at me
She wants a Nia to feast in that, leap in that, then go deep in that
Like I was Jerry Rice, or I was Emmett Smith
For hours every night, she feels it in her ribs
You don't remind me of my jeep, you remind me of my Bentley
You tempt me, to let you ride it, until my tank it empty

Shorty reminds me of my Cartier (So Fresh),
Pretty like my Presidential Diamond Face (Rolex)
She's like a Movado that's on display (So Sick),
And I bet shorty will make you want to say (Oh Shit)
The way she
Wind it Up, Wind it Up, Wind it Up, and make it tick for me
Wind it Up, Wind it Up, Wind it Up, and make it tick for me

Shorty reminds me of my Cartier (So Fresh),
Pretty like my Presidential Diamond Face (Rolex)
She's like a Movado that's on display (So Sick),
And I bet shorty will make you want to say... (Oh Shit)
The way she
Wind it Up, Wind it Up, Wind it Up, and make it tick for me
Wind it Up, Wind it Up, Wind it Up, and make it tick for me