Anya Marina

Stacks on deck, Patrón on ice, we can pop bottles all night, baby, you can have whatever you like.

Yeah, you can have whatever you like.

Yeah, late-night sex so wet, so tight, gas up the jet for you tonight, baby, you can go wherever you like.

Yeah, you can go wherever you like.

Anytime you want to pick up the telephone, you know it ain’t nothing, drop a couple stacks on you.

You want it, you can get it, my dear, five-million-dollar home, drive Bentleys, I swear.

I want your body, need your body, long as you got me, you won’t need nobody.

You want it, I got it, go get it, I’ll buy it, tell them other broke brothers, “Be quiet.” […]

Shorty, you’re the hottest, love the way you drop it, your brain’s so good, coulda swore you went to college.

Hundred-K deposit, vacations in the tropics, cause everybody knows it ain’t trickin if you got it.

You ain’t never ever gotta go in your wallet as long as I got rubber-band banks in my pockets.

Five–six ride with rims and a body kit, you ain’t gotta downgrade, you can get what I get.

My chick can have whatever she wants, go in any store and buy any bag she want.

I know you ain’t never had a man like that, buy you anything your heart desire like that. […]

I’m talking big-boy rides and big-boy ice, let me put this big boy in your life.

Thing’s so wet and hits so right, put this big boy in your life.