I might just paint the Bentley mustard (skrr) I got rich, that's on my mother (yeah) Say she love you, still can't trust her (what, yeah, yeah) Cut the pork, drop the top, then I Speed Race it (skrrt) But my frames, they Dior, I can't see, baby (I can't

My my baby blue Yeah you're so jaded Hey j-j-jaded Hey j-j-jaded, you got your mama's style But you're yesterday's child to me You think that's where it's at But is that where it's supposed to be You're gettin' it all over me, ex-rated

What you gonna do when I'm nothing? You're crazy about my styyyyyyyyyle Uhh, uhh, uhh, c'mon! Woo! Uh-huh Yeah, more real life (grrrrrrrrrr) That's how it is baby, you know it's real More real life, you know it's real (grrrrrrrrrr)

When they slid at night see my real side Baby, that's the real side, baby that's the real side You the one that slide to the hillside, yeah, yeah You gon' keep it right for the hillside, yeah, yeah You the one that slide to the hillside You gon' keep it

When her song's on the radio A little crazy with a blue jean tear My baby's hands in the air don't have a care Gets a RayBan's stare just about everywhere we go. Jesus and gypsy soul Yeah, that's how she rocks, that's how she rolls. 'Cause she likes to

That’s my baby That’s my love She drive me crazy 'Cause that’s my rock She drive me crazy yeah yeah yeah Love me back say you want me too And you know Even at bottom dollar girl I'll never leave you Tell 'em how I feel never hold back

Goin' back home, get my old gal soon I got a map to the highway, baby Movin' on down the line You a high-priced chick, and I got to let you go I love you, baby, you think I good price Yeah, baby, I got to let you go That's why I am goin' back home, get

M-hmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss M-hmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss (Drip, drip, so slick, that's my lipgloss) Baby boy, gon' rot your teeth like what? Yeah, you know I'm sugary sweet Oh, damn (oh, damn) That flavor, flavor so good

Got me right here waitin' Even though you drive me crazy, yeah I think about you all the time, time Bet you ain't know you're my baby, yeah Bet you ain't know you was my baby (that's my baby) I think about you all the time Call you late at night, I ain't

Don't I look good? Yeah, baby, baby I'ma look good, I'm just talkin' 'bout sex, yeah Ooh, that's why I'm textin' my ex, oh no I'm just talkin' 'bout sex and I'm so ready for regrets I know you remember when way back in December we was in love, yeah I