I NEED A Lyrics

Aye, Mr. Squidward, play me something on that clarinet

Err, maybe something a little more saucy

That's it, Mr. Squidward

Cook that shit up, ol' squiddy boy

Counting me money

Yeah

I need a thick bitch she can ride me out while I count my money

Whip it up with the krabby patties, ain't nothing chummy

On my way to the bank, laughing, I think it's funny

I caught Karen down at the Krab, she was giving sucky

I need a thick bitch who can blow me just like my clarinet

They can hate it, amazin', I go run up a check

Bikini bottom frozen over from ice on my neck

You wanna try me, come through slidin', you'll be dying next

You need to back it up, back it up, bitch, give me some space

While you acting up, acting tough, I could blow your face

Take that shit to trial, get a lawyer, beat the case

You can meet your maker, trying to come for my place

Big ol' booties in Fendi Prada and Gucci

There's a movie getting shot at the Krab

Come through, we're shooting,

But we choosy

Ain't no ugly friends or girls that smell like sushi

Keep your fish at home, bitch, I promise you mean nothing to me

Look, tell me why you acting hoe

Tell me why you casting stones

Tell me why I'm outside ballin' on them while you back at home

Bet that I could beat out plankton when it comes to bagging hoes

Ain't no pussy on live trashy hoes, though

I need a thick bitch she can ride me out while I count my money

Whip it up with the krabby patties, ain't nothing chummy

On my way to the bank, laughing, I think it's funny

I caught Karen down at the Krab, she was giving sucky

I need a thick bitch who can blow me just like my clarinet

They can hate it, amazin', I go run up a check

Bikini bottom frozen over from ice on my neck

You wanna try me, come through slidin', you'll be dying next

Big ol' sack of stacks and the stick go rata tat

Caught him lacking in the trap, bust the doors and take the bag

Need your bitch off of my line, don't need a bitch who gotta dad

Need a bitch who like to freak it for the team then run it back

I need Anita, that spicy lil' mamacita

Okay, hola, senorita

Can you come through with tequila

Tell me can you pop the bottle

Call me papi, turn yo' freak up

You can suck me in the back of the boat mobile with my feet up

Look, workaholic, what you call it

In love with the hustle ballin'

Ain't no holdups

We Russian, but ain't no Stalin

Wait, I'll keep declining

If you keep on calling, we ain't talking

Keep the money in your pocket

I don't need it bitch

I need a thick bitch she can ride me out while I count my money

Whip it up with the krabby patties, ain't nothing chummy

On my way to the bank, laughing, I think it's funny

I caught Karen down at the Krab, she was giving sucky

I need a thick bitch who can blow me just like my clarinet

They can hate it, amazin', I go run up a check

Bikini bottom frozen over from ice on my neck

You wanna try me, come through slidin', you'll be dying next