[Verse 1]

When I take you to the club and we’re drinking, it’s on me
Champagne, Grey Goose, and the Henny, it’s all free
I’m not ballin’ but I’d treat you like any baller or G
Buy expensive dinners and keeping it VIP
And you know me, I’m smooth like your cootchie is bare
They call me Bobby to the Brillz or the Brillionaire
I got you boo, cause I’m one hell of a dude
I don’t mean to be rude but can we finish off in the nude?
If you don’t dick dive, get out of my ride
If you don’t ride bone, leave me alone
If you don’t suck dick, get out of my crib (get out my crib)
I bought you food and all of your drinks
And you ain’t down to touch my dink
I listened to your stupid jokes
That shit ain’t jokes

[Hook]

If you ain’t tuggin’ on me
And you ain’t rubbin’ on me
And you ain’t fuckin’ on me
Then I’m goin’ home
If you ain’t slidin’ on me
And you ain’t grindin’ on me
And you ain’t ridin’ on me
Then I’m goin’ home
If you ain’t trickin’ on me
And you ain’t lickin’ on me
And you ain’t sittin’ on me
Then I’m goin’ home
If you ain’t ho-in’ on me
Your mouth ain’t open on me
And you ain’t blowin’ on me
Then I’m goin’ home
[Verse 2]

I thought we had an understanding as soon as my money has landed
Now I’m blowing all of my dough for unspoken sexual plannin’
Why are you being such a tease after wine and expensive cheese?
I should be getting a reach-around even, or at the least!
Bitch, Please! Why do you think I’m made of rubies and gold?
Trying to call up some other groupies that be waitin’ on hold
And they ain’t scared of puss, they ain’t about to be cold
They know what’s up when I be going out and spendin’ my dough Holla!
So touch my dick, or get out of my whip
If you don’t lick balls, don’t come at all
If you don’t lick ass, don’t spend my cash (don’t spend my cash)
Cause we went out and we had fun
And now your acting like a nun
Don’t act like you ain’t seen a dick (come on man!)
Cause that’s bullshit!

[Hook]

[Outro]

Yo, for real tho man, seriously
I spend all my shit on you all night
And your like “I love Bobby Brillo”
And the all of a sudden, when it’s fuckin’ crunch time son
You ain’t puttin’ out, what the fuck?
What you think I am, a motherfuckin’ ATM?
You can go fuck yourself man
Yo, I’m goin’ the fuck home
I’m taking my fuckin’ zip and I’m taking my fuckin’ grip
And I’m flippin’ you the bird, quite honestly
Honestly I’ll be a fuckin’ gentleman
Until you fuckin’ pull some shit
You pull some shit, you pull some fuckin’ gold digger shit man
What you think I’m Thurston Howell man, I ain’t got fuckin’ money
Holla at Bill Gates bitch, Peace!
Bobby Brillo, I’m out son!