The Sleazy Remix (Feat. Andre 3000)

I don’t need you and your brand new Benz Or your boojy friends And I don’t need love looking like diamonds Looking like diamonds Get sleazy We started out so cute in our baby pictures That mommy shot for our daddy so that he wouldn’t forget you He forgot anyway, but hey, one day he’ll remember If not he’s human, I’m human, you human, we’ll forgive him God gives him his ultimatum, can’t see how momma hates him He’s such a cool ass guy, then wonder why she date him I’m only 8, I’m not old enough, guess it’s complicated Two parent dwellings, expelling have got so underrated I only say this in cadence so it don’t get negated I was gon’ save it for later but later look like maybe This crazy lady named Kesha is guessing my Mercedes Would be all new and through through, but its the 1980′s But now that we are cool cool, she sippin’ Irish Baileys She say “Stacks, you’re true blue?” I said “Nah, I’m Navy” I call her Kesha, she like it, because it’s hood to her She call me Andre 6000 cause I’m good to her I don’t need you and your brand new Benz Or your boojy friends And I don’t need love looking like diamonds Looking like diamonds I don’t need you and your brand new Benz Or your boojy 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 giving About your money and 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, 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 Imma 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 and your brand new Benz Or your boojy friends And I don’t need love looking like diamonds Looking like diamonds I don’t need you and your brand new Benz Or your boojy friends And I don’t need love looking like diamonds Looking like diamonds Rat-a-tat-tat on your dum-dum drum The beat’s so fat gonna make me come Um, um, um, over to your place! Rat-a-tat-tat on your dum-dum drum The beat’s 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 top and socks off, by showing me the dollars in your drop box Me and all my friends, we don’t buy bottles, we bring ‘em We take the drinks from the tables when you get up and 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 and your brand new Benz Or your boojy friends And I don’t need love looking like diamonds Looking like diamonds I don’t need you and your brand new Benz Or your boojy friends And I don’t need love looking like diamonds Looking like diamonds Rat-a-tat-tat on your dum-dum drum The beat’s so fat, gonna make me come Um, um, um, over to your place! Rat-a-tat-tat on your dum-dum drum The beat’s so fat, gonna make me come Um, um, um, over to your place!