Lyrics Sleazy - André 3000

I don't need you or your brand new Benz
Or your bourgie friends
I don't need love looking like diamonds
Looking like diamonds
We start out so cute in our baby pictures
That mama shot for our daddy so that he wouldn't forget ya
Heh, he forgot anyway, but hey, one day he'll remember
If not, he's human, I'm human, you human, we'll forgive him
God gives him this ultimatum, can't see how mama hates him
He's such a cool-ass guy, then wonder why she date him?
I'm only eight, I'm not old enough, guess it's complicated
Two-parent dwellings and spellings have gotten so underrated
I only say this in cadence so it don't get negated
I was gon' save it for later, but later look like maybe
This crazy lady named Ke$ha is guessin' my Mercedes
Would be all new and improved fruit but it's the 1980s
But now we a cool crew she sippin' Irish Bailey
She say "Stacks, you true blue!"
I say, "Naw, or maybe..."
I calle her Keisha, she like it because it's hood to her
She call me Andre 6000 because I'm good to her
I don't need you or your brand new Benz
Or your bourgie friends
And I don't need love looking like diamonds
Looking like diamonds
You can't imagine the immensity of the fuck I'm not giving
About your money and manservants the mansion that you live in
And I don't wanna go places where all my ladies cant get in
Just grab a bottle, some boys, and let's take it back to my basement and get
Sleazy
Sit here, buy your line, so cheesy
Sorry, daddy, but I'm not that easy
I'm not gonna sit here while you circle jerk it and worrk it
Imma take it back to where my man and girls is
Cause Imma get sleazy
I don't need you or your brand new Benz
Or your bourgie friends
And I don't need love looking like diamonds
Looking like diamonds
Rat-a-tat-tat on your dum-dum drum
The beat's so phat, gonna make me cum
Um um um um to your place
Rat-a-tat tat on your dum-dum drum
The beat's so phat, gonna make me cum
Um um um um to your place
I don't mean to critique on your seduction technique
But your money's not impressin' me, it's kinda weak
Bet you really think it gets my rocks off
Get my tops and socks off by showing me the dollars in your drop box
Me and all my friends, we don't buy bottles, we bring 'em
We take the drinks from the tables when you get up and leave 'em
And I don't care if you stare and call us dummy cause we ain't after your affection
And sure as hell not your money, honey