The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
Angels & Airwaves
Taking Back Sunday
Placebo
Black Cards
B’z
Surfer Blood
Hoobastank
Shinedown
Sara Bareilles
Flyleaf
Staind
Ben Folds
Tegan and Sara
Elliott Yamin
Patrick Stump
Slightly Stoopid
I don't need you or your brand new Benz
Or your bougie friends
I don't need love, looking like diamonds, looking like diamonds
I'ma get
Get
I'ma get
Get
Ohh!
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 immensity of the fuck I'm not givin' about you money & man servant at 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 & 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 & work it
I'ma take it back to where my man & my girls is
Get
'Cause I'ma get
Get
'Cause I'ma 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 tat on your dum dum drum
The beat so phat, gonna make me cum, um, um, um...
Over to your place
Rat tat tat tat on your dum dum drum
The beat so phat, gonna make me cum, 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 top & socks off
By showing me them dolla's in your drop box
Me & all my friends, we don't buy bottles, we bring 'em
We take the drinks from the table when you get up & leave 'em
And I don't care if you stare, and you call us scummy
'Cause we ain't after your affection
And sure as 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 tat on your dum dum drum
The beat so phat, gonna make me cum, um, um, um...
Over to your place
Rat tat tat tat on your dum dum drum
The beat so phat, gonna make me cum, um, um, um...
Over to your place