I'm back from the East, gonna take you home later
You think you knew best, but you shoulda known better
Why don't you take a rest, you look under the weather
Gooey on my mind, now I'm a cash dresser
Call me Boba cheese, cuz I'm a rich Fetta
Meet me in the bedroom, we'll sing an operetta
Run my fingers through your hair, my hands on your melons
Way your fingers read my body gonna call you Helen Keller
I feel that my lungs are filled with cyanide
Your lips are quivering and your hands are tied
(TO THE FUNKING BED)
-East, gonna take you home later
You think you knew best, but you shoulda known better
Why don't you take a rest, you look under the weather
Gooey on my mind, now I'm a cash dresser
Call me Boba cheese
Call me Boba Cheese
-East, gonna take you home later
You think you knew best, but you shoulda known better
Why don't you take a rest, you look under the weather
Gooey on my mind, now I'm a cash dresser
Call me Boba cheese