Robyn Adele Anderson - Buy U a Drank

Baby girl, what's your name?
Let me talk to ya, let me buy a drink
I'm T-Pain, you know me
Konvict Muzik Nappy Boy ooh wee

I know da club close at three
What's the chances of you rollin' wit me?
Back to the crib, show ya how I live
Let's get drunk'n forget what we did

I'mma buy you a drank
Then I'mna take you home with me
I got the money in the bank
Shawty whachu think 'bout that
I'll be in the grey Cadillac

We in the bed like
Ooh ooh ooh (woah, ho oh) ooh ooh
We in the bed like ooh ooh ooh
(woah oh, woah oh, woah oh) ooh ooh (woah)

Talk to me, I talk back
Let's talk money, I talk that
Crunk juice bombs, Oakley shades
Shawty got class, oh behave

Let's get gone, walk it out
Just like that, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout
We gon' have fun, you gon' see
On that Patron you should get like me

I'mma buy you a drank
Then I'mma take you home with me
I got the money in the bank
Shawty whachu think 'bout that
I'll be in the grey Cadillac

We in the bed like
Ooh ooh ooh (woah, ho oh) ooh ooh
We in the bed like ooh ooh ooh
(woah oh, woah oh, woah oh) ooh ooh (woah)

Won't cha meet me at the bar
Respect big pimpin' tell me how you feel
Mama tell me what you sippin'
A certified dime piece deserve Louis 1-3
150 a shot, 3 for you and 3 for me

I'm checkin' yo body language
I love the conversation
And when you lick your lips
I get a tingling sensation
Now we're both 'bout tipsy
Ya say ya in the mood
All I need is 'bout an hour
Better yet maybe two

Let me take you where I live
Ferrari switch gears
When I whisper in a ear
Ya legs hit the chandelier
Passion fruit and sex all in the atmosphere
I'mma let T-Pain sing it
So he can make it clear

I'mma buy you a drank
Then I'mma take you home with me
I got the money in the bank
Shawty whachu think 'bout that
I'll be in the grey Cadillac

We in the bed like
Ooh ooh ooh (woah, ho oh) ooh ooh
We in the bed like ooh ooh ooh
(woah oh, woah oh, woah oh) ooh ooh (woah)

Let's get gone, walk it out
Now walk it out think 'bout it, oh snap
Now rock, rock, rock, rock
You can do it all by yo'self

Let's get gone, walk it out
Now walk it out think 'bout it, oh snap
Now rock, rock, rock, rock
You can do it all by yo'self

I'mma buy you a drank
Then I'mma take you home with me
I got the money in the bank
Shawty whachu think 'bout that
I'll be in the grey Cadillac

We in the bed like
Ooh ooh ooh (woah, ho oh) ooh ooh
We in the bed like ooh ooh ooh
(woah oh, woah oh, woah oh) ooh ooh (woah)

Written by:
Alphonso J. Bailey, Darryl R. Richardson, Earl T. Stevens, Faheem Najm, Isaac Hayes III, Jarvis Tremain Griffin, Jasiel Almon T. Robinson, Jonathan H. Smith, Miguel Deangleo Willis, Reginald Michael Jones, Richard Wayne Jr. Sims, Sean Paul Joseph

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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