Boys, Boys, Boys Lyrics

It's about the fees

Mind is on the money, on the bread, what you breathe

We've been thinking free

We just ran his pockets up, he ain't a fan of me

It's about the fees

Mind is on the money, on the bread, what you breathe

We've been thinking free

We just ran his pockets up, he ain't a fan of me

We assigned the squad on your six like the Leafs

Throwing up the V

Walk behind the scenes

Shadows in the curtains all been lurkin with some keys

Ds turns into pleas that no school wants to believe

Stakeout with the team, spark the basement underneath

He tied up a treat, left the gag between her teeth

Screaming till she bleeds

We don't need our optics

See exactly what she needs

We don't need our optics

To see that she needs a man

What happened ain't bad, imagine my suffering

Peeking out the window, better not be loving him

Hold you in my arms

Baby, don't be alarmed

You'll be in five-star

Houses, pick some pretty blouses for you

Squish all these mouses for you

Pair of shackles for you

When I'm hot, I stay cool

For my meltdowns, all the blame falls on you

Just a couple white lies

Going out late, I'm hanging with the guys

Only got eyes for my girl, no one else and

She's just a friend, she don't mean nothing else and

You don't need those meds, I love you the way you are and

All your dreams are beautiful, I know you'll make it far

But I love the way you're movin'

Yeah, I love the way you're movin'

Love the way you do your thang, love the way you do it

Love the way you do your thang, jiggle to the music

Love the way you make that thang rock back and forth, yeah

Spin it 'round, yeah

Laundromat, yeah

Acrobat, but it ain't Adobe

And you're too relaxed, if you think that I'm folding

I'm not losing focus, trance on how you flowin'

On a semicolon, got lost in the moment

Must be a good omen, my attention's stolen

No rest for the wicked move until your body's broken