i�ve been on the other side
got my lips smacked now they�re dry
then you call me call me in
you think i am your possession
you�re
messing with a southern girl
but my recipe is on
with your
stale bread yeah it�s hot
but baby i don�t need your cash
so baby maybe i let your
big wheel turn my
fantasy
don�t you throw your shade on me
i�ve been drinkin� down your pain
gonna turn that whiskey into rain and
wash it away
wash it away
wash it away boy
let�s go
i�ve been on my knees
but you�re so hard
hard to please
did you take me take me in
so you are a superstar
get off the cross we need the wood
somehow you will rise
but without a tool
i know honey you�re a pro
but baby i don�t need you cash
mama got it all in hand now
gimme 8gimme 7
gimme 6
gimme 5 gimme 4 gimme 3
i, i, i am a m-i-l-f don�t you forget
m-i-l-f don�t you forget
m-i-l-f don�t you forget
baby i don�t need your cash
so baby maybe i let your
back