Way over town That's good to me oh, yeah Well, I've got a woman Say I've got a woman I've got a woman She saves her lovin' early in the morning Just for me Don't you know she's alright She give me money When I'm in need

She's callin' my name Is that riding down the road, her shotgun with me Those come-to-bed eyes when she's had too many That way she don't have to say a thing That wink when her dress starts falling The way she's gotten my heart wrapped up all in one look

Now your bitch wanna kick it, Jackie Chan So she gon' call her friends, now that's a plan I just ordered sushi from Japan She say she's too young, don't want no man Can't tell her nothing, no She said she too young, don't want no man Drop top, how we

Nothin' like them other motherfuckers I can make you rich (I can make you rich) Do I make you scared? Baby, won't you take me back? Fuck my life, can't say that girl Don't tell me you can save that shit All she want is payback for the way I always play

Sometimes I don't know which way to go 'cause I'm walking on a high wire Have to pull it together Feel so washed up today Haven't really got much to say Blood on the pillow of my bed Explains the pain that's in my head Sometimes I can't tell, but it's

(Don't you know she's got a) (Don't you know she's got a baby) Brenda's (Brenda's) Got a (got a) Say that one more time Brenda Got a (baby) I hear Brenda's got a baby

My baby don't try to change me She gets every flaw, my rebel heart, every tattoo, every scar This is the way that god made me She's in love with the outlaw in me She says, "baby what's that scar from?" I said, "girl, you don't wanna know" She said, "what

Don't sing love songs, you'll wake my mother She's sleeping here right by my side And in her right hand a silver dagger She says that I can't be your bride "All men are false", says my mother "They'll tell you wicked, lovin' lies The very next evening,

Let me see, let me see, let me see Don't talk about it, be about it What you gon' do to me That you couldn't wait to get me home alone Talk a good game mate, come on Hollering 'bout what you gon' do to me She say she wanna take her skirt off Be my guest

My father told me, lying on his bed of death, "boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self 'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor The