Grammar Club Heart Tits
You love me when I have money
[You love me when I have money]
Money. Money.
[Money. Money.]
Oooh! Your heart's in your tits.
[Oooh! Your Heart's in your tits.]
You only love me when I have GP and bullion
I'm workin' overtime and saving money till we're cool
again
It's hard living life with this heart on my sleeve
When you've got chambers and ventricles in your double
D's
So hard to please, and you're always a tease
Until I present you with diamonds
Clippin' coupons for me is a must
Said you'd break up with me if we ever took the bus
And, well, it's hard to say you're the best
When you have all these issues that stem from your
chest
And I'm telling you I'm stressed and I'm needing me a
rest
But my words bouce off you like a bulletproof vest
So, um, I think maybe we should break up
You slapped me twice and demanded that I wake up
Told me that was stupid then you called me a retard
Then you went shopping and I couldn't find my credit
card.
You love me when I have money
[You love me when I have money]
Money. Money.
[Money. Money.]
Oooh! Your heart's in your tits.
[Oooh! Your Heart's in your tits.]
And you don't seem to have much respect for my space
Every time you need money it's like your right inside
my face
Asking "Baby, Beefy, how much do you love me?
Enough to buy me brand new shoes and some bubbly?"
Do I have a choice? Am I kind of whipped?
I can't describe the kind of powers that you hold
inside your tits
Lub Dub in your bra should have been my sign
But now you've hypnotized me sweetie and I'm losing my
mind but
Now I've got no ends
I see you over there talkin, flirtin with my friends
And they all got cash, and they all got play
Gotta say this has been the world's worst birthday
Kind of pathetic and rather sad
We've dated for so long, you've never picked up the tab
Those gifts that you got last week, you call em trash
If I could, pretty lady, I'd prolly kick my own ass
You love me when I have money
[You love me when I have money]
Money. Money.
[Money. Money.]
Oooh! Your heart's in your tits.
[Oooh! Your Heart's in your tits.]
Yo I swear to God I think she might be Satan
No way you'd believe all the things that I've been
paying
Super massive debt but yet still no nook
Only sex in our bed is taking place in her favorite
book
I know what I have, she knows what I want
Stupid smile on my face every time she logs on
Winning every single little game she's playing with my
mind
Evolved into a sucker, no intelligent design.
