My baby want a Birkin, she's been tellin' me all night long
Gasoline and groceries, the list goes on and on
This nine-to-five ain't workin', why the hell do I work so hard?
I can't worry 'bout my problems, I can't take 'em when I'm gone, uh
One, here comes the two to the three to the four
Tell 'em, "Bring another round, we need plenty more"
Two-steppin' on the table, she don't need a dance floor
Oh my, good Lord
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