In "how you like it," Haiden Henderson turns mutual attraction into a playful power game, insisting that desire be earned rather than simply declared. The repeated back-and-forth about knowing each other's preferences frames intimacy as a confident, almost competitive rhythm, while the image of a face too striking for any credit card elevates the partner into something rare and untamable. The song's heat comes from that tension between wanting to be impressed and already being completely undone, ending in a reckless invitation to stay the night.
how you like it Lyrics by Haiden Henderson
Woo, the girls are gonna love this
I think I know
I think I know something
I think, I think
You know how I like it
You know how I like it, uh
I know how you like it
I know how you like it
You know how I like it
You know how I like it, uh
I know how you like it
I know how you like it
Couldn’t buy that face with a credit card
I don’t need your name I know who you are baby
You’re the little frame I need on my arm
Is it you or is it hot here?
Oh, my, my
I’m not gonna tell you that you’re just my type
I want you to earn it, girl
Move, baby
Get in the mood, baby
Let me see you groove, baby
You make me, ooh, ooh
You know how I like it
You know how I like it, uh
I know how you like it
I know how you like it
You know how I like it
You know how I like it, uh
I know how you like it
I know how you like it
Writing a song for drunk white girls
Isn’t that what we’re doing every time?
S ’cause you’re sassy
E, got you happy
XXX, baby, why are you so nasty?
S ’cause you’re sassy
E, got you happy
XXX, baby, why are you so nasty?
Couldn’t buy that face with a credit card
I don’t wanna tame, I like who you are, baby
I thought I was great, you made me a star
Is it me or is it hot here?
Oh, my, my
I’m not gonna tell you that you’re just my type
I want you to earn it, girl
Move, baby
Get in the mood, baby
Let me see you groove, baby
You make me, ooh, ooh
You know how I like it
You know how I like it, uh
I know how you like it
I know how you like it
You know how I like it
You know how I like it, uh
I know how you like it
I know how you like it
Girl, you dance like you lost your mind
Call in sick ’cause you look too fine
Don’t go home, you can stay at mine
Girl, you dance like you lost your mind
Call in sick ’cause you look too fine
Don’t go home, you can stay at mine
Yeah, girl, you dance like you lost your mind
Call in sick ’cause you look too fine
Don’t go home, you can stay at mine
Uh-huh, girl, you dance like you lost your mind
Call in sick ’cause you look too fine
Don’t go home, you can stay at mine
Yeah
(No, but really, can you call my Uber?)
Yeah
