Ooh

Sound of 60's, baby

Huh

Yeah

Oh, yeah

You're the hot shot

You got money to spend

But you looking for a lover

Who can still pay your rent

Keep it G Class

Like your Mercedes Benz

Why you chillin' in the back

Taking pics on the 'gram

Said I don't do drugs

You pop 'em like M&M's

And you slim thick but you shady baby like Eminem

She said, hush, boy

'Cause I'ma make you a man

Baby, you could call me Alice

Take you to Wonderland and I said

I'm on that Jimi Hendrix

I ball way out in Mars

And you a foxy lady

Babe, come and touch the stars

I'm on that Jimi Hendrix

I ball way out in Mars

I think I love you, baby

Like I love my guitar

Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh

My guitar

I think I love you, baby

Like I love my guitar

Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh

My guitar

I think I love you, baby

Like I love my guitar

You're the hot shot

Mm, but don't you pretend

Yeah, you say you love me, baby

You just like famous men

And I'm a pop star

I don't mind if you flex

You can leave me and then love me

And be on to the next and you said

Bring me that money, honey

Baby, don't talk too much

Gimme that lovey dovey

Gimme that gushy stuff

'Scuse me I'm feeling funny

Babe, and I don't know why

She said, "Come kiss me, baby"

And we can kiss the sky 'cause

I'm on that Jimi Hendrix

I ball way out in Mars (yeah)

And you a foxy lady (foxy lady)

Babe, come and touch the stars (ooh, yeah)

I'm on that Jimi Hendrix (oh, babe)

I ball way out in Mars

I think I love you, baby (love you, baby)

Like I love my guitar

Woo-ooh-ooh-yeah

My guitar

I think I love you, baby

Like I love my guitar, yeah

Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh

My guitar

I think I love you, baby

Like I love my guitar

My guitar

I think I love you, baby

Like I love my guitar, yeah

(Ooh, yeah) my guitar

I think I love you, baby

Like I love my guitar