Let's fall to pieces together Pardon me, you left your tears on the jukebox And I'm afraid they got mixed up with mine I don't mean to pry, it's just that I Noticed you goin' out of your mind It looks like were two of a kind Why should we both fall apart

When we get high up on the ridge Give you all I got to give That's how we live up on the ridge Won't you come with me tonight Where the moonlight drifts into your eyes Yeah, I just want one little kiss (Come with me tonight) Let's blow out these city

Money, money, money, money, money Got that million dollar kiss Know just what to do with it Get me feeling filthy rich Put that body all on me Like I hit the lottery Everything you do to me Honey, that's money

Makes me wanna sneak down your driveway Get in girl, we'll roll 'til the dirt road ends You can climb up in that back seat With your pretty little bare feet Got our innocence Just like we're 17 again To climb out your window Get the butterflies like we

And I got no time, no time I just want my money right Mama told me that she's proud of me Told her, "Mummy, you can count on me" Models say they like the style on me I got a lot on my mind (Mind) Fuck with my slime and get slimed (Slimed) Baguettes,

But I ain't got no one sleepin' with me Maybe I love you Maybe I'm just kind of bored It is what it is And you ain't got nowhere that you need to be I think were thinking to hard To put on your shoes and get in your car

I ain't hit your baby mama, I hit her with the curveball I don't need no friends, I just wanna win I got this new Benz and it's all I need She listen to her friends, they wanna get in She don't understand that they'll slob on me If I let 'em, ain't gon'

But I ain't got no one sleepin' with me Maybe I love you Maybe I'm just kind of bored It is what it is And you ain't got nowhere that you need to be I think were thinking to hard To put on your shoes and get in your car

Rich Forever gettin' more bands I put that bitch on a stretcher Scraping the bowl for the extras Pockets they stuffed with the extras We got the paper like too many lectures I'm the professor I just pulled up in a foreign New level, ya dig

Can you please bring my bottles to my booth? (Where my bottles?) Me, I know just what to do to get 'em loose I pull up and my car ain't got no roof (Fuck with me) All these bitches say that I'm the truth (Fuck with me) I know just what to do to get 'em