I smell T R 0 U B L E I play an old piano from nine till a half past one Tryin' to make a livin' watchin' everybody else having fun Well, I don't miss much that ever happens on a dance hall floor Mercy, look what just walked through that door Well, hello

Got ya bitch tip-toein' on my marble floors Red bottoms only for the centerfolds Big bodies I got 10 of those Whippin' work it smelling like they dinner rolls So I let the bitch hang out with me right You know word got around I was fucking this nigga