I don’t need you or your brand new Benz Or your bougie friends I don’t need love, looking like diamonds
(Get sleazy, get sleazy, get sleazy, get sleazy, Get sleazy, get sleazy, get sleazy, get sleazy. Imma get, get sleazy, get sleazy, get sleazy,
Imma get, get sleazy, get sleazy, get sleazy, oh!)
I don’t need you or your brand new Benz Or your bougie friends And I don’t need love, looking like diamonds Looking like diamonds I don’t need you or your brand new Benz Or your bougie friends And I don’t need love, looking like diamonds Looking like diamonds
You can’t imagine the imentidy of the fuck I’m not giving about you money and man servant and the mansion you live in And I don’t wanna go places where all my ladies can’t get in Just grab a bottle, some boys and let’s take it back to my basement And get sleazy Sick of all your lines, so cheesy Sorry daddy, but I’m not that easy I’m not gonna sit here while you circle jerk it and work it Ima take it back to where my man and my girls is
(Sleazy, get sleazy, get sleazy, get sleazy, Cause imma get sleazy, get sleazy, get sleazy, get sleazy, Cause imma get)
I don’t need you or your brand new Benz Or your bougie friends And I don’t need love, looking like diamonds Looking like diamonds I don’t need you or your brand new Benz Or your bougie friends And I don’t need love, looking like diamonds Looking like diamonds
Rat tat tat on your dumb dumb drum The beat so fat, gonna make me come, um um um (Over to your place!) Rat tat tat on your dumb dumb drum The beat so fat, gonna make me come, um um um (Over to your place!) I don’t mean to critique on your seduction technique But your money’s not impressing me, it’s kinda weak That you really think you’re gonna get my rocks off Get my tops and socks off By showing me them dollas in your drop box Me and all my friends we don’t buy bottles, we bring em We take the drinks from the table when you get up and leave em And i don’t care if you stare, and you call us dummy Cause we aint after your affection And sure all hell not your money, honey
I don’t need you or your brand new Benz Or your bougie friends And I don’t need love, looking like diamonds Looking like diamonds I don’t need you or your brand new Benz Or your bougie friends And I don’t need love, looking like diamonds Looking like diamonds
Rat tat tat on your dumb dumb drum The beat so fat, gonna make me come, um um um (Over to your place!) Rat tat tat on your dumb dumb drum The beat so fat, gonna make me come, um um um (Over to your place!)