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

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

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,

Just gotta lean into it But I know I'll get through it These days are filled with trouble And the nights feel like they're all getting longer These days are dark and gray Like that storm rolling in across the water There's a strong wind blowing I push on

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

Yeah I know that I let you down Is it too late to say I'm sorry now? I'm sorry, yeah Is it too late now to say sorry? Sorry, yeah You gotta go and get angry at all of my honesty You know I try but I don't do too well with apologies I hope I don't run out

(In-fect-ion) As I reminisce (In-fect-ion) Just when I think that I've forgot you I hear that thug that we used to rock to Just When I think I'm gettin' on without you Somebody Passed and asked me about you Was in the back of the cab the other day

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

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

I want to get with you And your sister I think her name's Debra That I just got to get with I met you at JC Penney I think your name tag said "Jenny" I cold step to you with a fresh pack of gum Somehow I knew you were lookin' for some Like a fruit that's