Ooh
Sound of 60's, baby
Huh
Yeah
Oh, yeah
You're the hot shot
You got money to spend
But you looking for a lover
Who can still pay your rent
Keep it G Class
Like your Mercedes Benz
Why you chillin' in the back
Taking pics on the 'gram
Said I don't do drugs
You pop 'em like M&M's
And you slim thick but you shady baby like Eminem
She said, "Hush, boy
'Cause I'ma make you a man
Baby, you could call me Alice
Take you to Wonderland" and I said
I'm on that Jimi Hendrix
I ball way out in Mars
And you a foxy lady
Babe, come and touch the stars
I'm on that Jimi Hendrix
I ball way out in Mars
I think I love you, baby
Like I love my guitar
Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh
My guitar
I think I love you, baby
Like I love my guitar
Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh
My guitar
I think I love you, baby
Like I love my guitar
You're the hot shot
Mm, but don't you pretend
Yeah, you say you love me, baby
You just like famous men
And I'm a pop star
I don't mind if you flex
You can leave me and then love me
And be on to the next and you said
"Bring me that money, honey
Baby, don't talk too much
Gimme that lovey dovey
Gimme that gushy stuff"
'Scuse me I'm feeling funny
Babe, and I don't know why
She said, "Come kiss me, baby"
And we can kiss the sky 'cause
I'm on that Jimi Hendrix
I ball way out in Mars (yeah)
And you a foxy lady (foxy lady)
Babe, come and touch the stars (ooh, yeah)
I'm on that Jimi Hendrix (oh, babe)
I ball way out in Mars
I think I love you, baby (love you, baby)
Like I love my guitar
Woo-ooh-ooh-yeah
My guitar
I think I love you, baby
Like I love my guitar, yeah
Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh
My guitar
I think I love you, baby
Like I love my guitar
My guitar
I think I love you, baby
Like I love my guitar, yeah
(Ooh, yeah) my guitar
I think I love you, baby
Like I love my guitar