Baby, I'm about to get,
get, get a, get, get, get a phone
Hey, I think I might get, get,
get a, get, get, a phone
Ooh, cause I wanna do filthy,
filthy, filthy things
I love the way you dance real slow
And the way you drop it low,
I think of bad things
Real bad things
I love the way you dance real slow
And the way you drop it low,
I think of bad things
Real bad things
I'm about to blow a bank
Fuck it, I'll write a check
Girl, you can have the rest
Cause you don't let me stress
I'm what you never had
But all of this you could get
Girl, we just need a bet
And not everything we let
Baby, I'm about to get, get, get a
Get, get, get a
Room for two, we can do a, do a thing
Ain't nobody gon' bother us
Even though I give a lot of love
I'ma punish you just like a father
Baby, I'm about to get, get, get up
Get, get, get up, oh
Hey, I think I might get, get, get up
Get, get, get up, oh
Cause I wanna do filthy, filthy, filthy things
I love the way you dance real slow
And the way you drop it low
I think of bad things
Real bad things,
I love the way you dance real slow
And the way you drop it low I
think of bad things, real bad
Early in the morning when I think about you
I can't stop thinking about you
So I take this time to write
a song to sing about you
So you can hear it, I threw the speakers
We could keep the lights
on and roll the dice
on me
Till the night lonely, lonely
You could spend the night on me
Till the night lonely, roll the dice on me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, I'm about to get, get, get up
Get, get, get up on me
Hey, I think I might get, get, get up
I love the way you dance real slow
And the way you drop it low
I think of bad things,
real bad things I love the way you dance real slow
And the way you drop it low,
I think of bad things, real bad
Baby, I'm about to get, get,
get a, get, get, get a room
Hey, I think I might get, get,
get a, get, get, get a room
Oh, cause I wanna do filthy, filthy, filthy things
I love the way you dance real slow
And the way you drop it low,
I think of bad things
Real bad things,
I love the way you dance real slow
And the way you drop it low I
think of bad things, real bad