Bet my bottom dollar that
You would make my father go
Mad like seeing double
He'd say your name then he'd call you trouble, uh
Don't you worry 'bout
So clean but they'd do you dirty
I'm mad for being flirty with you
Heard from a bird that you
You're nothing but trouble
Just trouble
Heard from a bird that you
You're nothing but trouble
Just trouble
But I like how low you lay
And I let you in my day
'Cause I like the way you call me baby
Heard from a bird that you
You're nothing but trouble
Trouble
And I'm still picking up the rubble from my last quake
And I was sitting on the shadow coming from my last break
Had to take a second look, then a third, then etcetera
He said, "Don't let your eyes get ahead of ya"
He called me out
And I was blushing like Russians up in the snow
Said, "I'm sorry, made my way to the dough"
He said, "No"
You fly love, I'ma call you my thug
You gon' call me yo' man
They gon' call me that thug
Like, hope plain and simple, we would meet every week or two
Light up the reefer tinted window, two-seater, ooh
I like his meaner demeanor, it doesn't mean our
Worlds can't collide, right place, right time, right?
I bet my dollar you'd be hated by my father, but
Loved by a daughter you could father
I said too much
A birdie said you was rough
Might break me up like I was what you put in the dutch, but
I like how low you lay
I let you in my day
'Cause I like the way you call me baby
Heard from a bird that you, you're nothing but trouble
You're just trouble
But I like how low you lay
And I let you in my day
'Cause I like the way you call me baby
Heard from a bird that you, you're nothing but
Bet my bottom dollar that
Bet, bet my bottom dollar that
Bet, bet my bottom dollar that
Bet, bet my bottom dollar that
