Boy Bye
Put your middle fingers to the sky
If you ain't fuckin' with him
Tell 'em boy bye
I'm a bad bitch
And I feel myself tonight
So don't you run up on me baby
I don't got time
If you wanna say shit
Please don't test my patience
I just came here to have a celebration
I don't want no problems
I don't want to argue
I just want to back that ass up
But not on you
He be like 'Babe do you think
I could buy you a drink
We could head back to my place
Get in between my NASCAR sheets'
I said no way
No vodka cranberry
Ever tastes that good
To get this pussy
I got one, or two, or three, or four
Or maybe even five
Down bitches I could call
If I'm really tryna ride
So swerve swerve
Skurrt skurrt
Sorry if I went and hurt
Your big ego but we know
You should see different people
Turn yo' ass around
Get to lookin' other way
I don't really care
How much you get paid
You could still buy me a drink
Make it top shelf liquor
I don't give a fuck what you think
I still ain't goin' home with ya
Put your middle fingers to the sky
If you ain't fuckin' with him
Tell 'em boy bye
I'm a bad bitch
And I feel myself tonight
So don't you run up on me baby
I don't got time
If you wanna say shit
Please don't test my patience
I just came here to have a celebration
I don't want no problems
I don't want to argue
I just want to back that ass up
But not on you
Put your middle fingers to the sky
If you ain't fuckin' with him
Tell 'em boy bye
I'm a bad bitch
And I feel myself tonight
So don't you run up on me baby
I don't got time
Nah