Baby, I gotta have some more
What's it gonna take to get a score?
Got me like a fiend bangin' on your door
I think I want some of that
Why don't you meet me on the floor?
Won't you like to try to sample
A taste of my stuff? Yeah
million different flavors
All the boys say they can't
You're begging me for more
You'll get addicted to this
But baby, you've been warned
Cause I could be your theater
I can be your only friend
I'll keep you com ing back again
Look into my bag of tricks,
All those other pushes they say
You already know what it is
That they can't do what I do, oh no
I take you places you never
You get a rush in your veins
Cause I could be your dater
I can be your only friend
I'll keep you coming back again
baby, I gotta have some more
Ass rolled back and you feel dizzy
What's it gonna take to get a score?
Now you got me in your system
Got me like a finger on your door
Why don't you leave it on the floor?
You ain't gonna say that you like it
I can tell by the look in your eyes
Because I could be your dealer
I can be your only friend
I'll keep you coming back again
Look into my bag of chips
You can't or fix it, I'm your dealer
I can be your only friend
I'll keep you coming back again
Look into my bag of chains