I don't wanna do it if it's not the real thing She don't wanna do it if you ain't got the bill paid Yeah, the real thing All my boss bitches know I got the bill Bad bitches and they want the real thing All my boss bitches know I got the bill, paid Fell

Shout baby shout I know my baby she just shook and jumped and shout I'm gonna send my baby a brand new 20 dollar bill Lake Michigan ain't no river Chicago ain't no Hillie town My baby left town you know she left me a mule to ride If that don't bring her

The kind that everybody knows...yeah yeah She finer than a painted rose...yeah yeah Sunshine...yeah My sunshine I sold my soul for a one night stand I followed Alice into Wonderland I ate the mushroom and I danced with the queen Yeah we danced in between

She only gets stoned when you ain't home And I know bro code and I ain't breakin' it But bro, you got yourself a situation, bro You better get your girl home, boy You better take yourself home, boy You better tell her you love her, you need her 'Cause if

Let it burn Gotta let it burn When your feeling ain't the same and your body don't want to But you know gotta let it go 'Cause the party ain't jumpin' like it used to Even though this might bruise you Deep down you know it's best for yourself but you

Then she's in control What would it take for you to just leave with me? And when a girl is with one I can't think for no one Gonna be here all the time I don't know 'bout your girl But I know she ain't touchin' mine

She only gets stoned when you ain't home And I know bro code and I ain't breakin' it But bro, you got yourself a situation, bro You better get your girl home, boy You better take yourself home, boy You better tell her you love her, you need her 'Cause if

She only gets stoned when you ain't home And I know bro code and I ain't breakin' it But bro, you got yourself a situation, bro You better get your girl home, boy You better take yourself home, boy You better tell her you love her, you need her 'Cause if

Runnin' wild and solo Just as fast as thing goes, boy Give me some more She's my little rock star, man she knows it She's shooting whiskey singing 'Sweet Child of Mine', now She ain't into wine and dinin' Ridin' 95 sittin' shot gun pretty Turnin' this

If crazy is a place, then I hope they've got space for two She might be my cocaine She might be my rehab And I know it's messed up but I can't get enough of you It don't matter what we say It don't matter all the things we do And I ain't tryna OD But if