Bet

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
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 Bet my bottom dollar that
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 Bet, bet my bottom dollar that
 Bet, bet my bottom dollar that