Boys

[Chorus]
I was busy fucking with boys, boys, boys
I was busy fucking with boys, boys, boys
I was busy fucking with...

[Verse 1]
I need that bad boy to do me right on a Friday
And I need that good one to wake me up on a Sunday
That one from work can come on over Monday night
I want 'em all, I want 'em all
And when they finally leave me, I'm all alone but
I'm lookin' down and my girls are blowin' my phone up
Them twenty questions, they askin' me where I'm at
Didn't hit 'em back

[Pre-Chorus]
I'm sorry that I missed your party
I wish I had a better excuse like
I had to trash the hotel lobby

[Chorus]
But I was busy fucking with boys, boys, boys
I was busy fucking with boys, boys, boys
Head is spinning, drinking with boys, boys, boys
I was busy fucking with boys, boys, boys
I was busy drinking with...

[Verse 2]
In every city I've got one with different ringtones
Flyin' from L.A. all the way to Puerto Rico
My girls are callin' me askin' me where I'm at
Didn't hit 'em back

[Pre-Chorus]
I'm sorry that I missed your party
I wish I had a better excuse like
I had to trash the hotel lobby

[Chorus]
But I was busy fucking with boys, boys, boys
I was busy fucking with boys, boys, boys
Head is spinning, drinking with boys, boys, boys
I was busy fucking with boys, boys, boys
I was busy drinking with boys
Boys