She wanna pop bottles and chill with older folk Hang with all the models and all the centerfolds Showin' off her body, now watch her strike a pose Tryin' to get beside me so she can get a hold Of them ol' Bobby Ray Bands She want them Ray Bands, she want them Ray Bands Bobby Ray Bands She want them Ray Bands, she want them Ray Bands She want them Ray Bands, Bobby Ray Bands
She wants them Ray Bands cause them bands are gorgeous She looking for a sponsor And I ain't talking corporate She after that endorsement Ever since she saw me on the Forbes list She be getting zero's from heroes They're zorros with horses Like Mustangs and Porsches imported from Japan She from Atlanta but she on that Cali strand That's that overseas money, call 'em Taliban She WMD Oh yes, spring to winter So pencil her in for breakfast, brunch, lunch, and dinner Ain't no incidentals She want them bands like a freelance parade (all day) Compliments of Bobby Ray
She wanna pop bottles and chill with older folk Hang with all the models and all the centerfolds Showin' off her body, now watch her strike a pose Tryin' to get beside me so she can get a hold Of them ol' Bobby Ray Bands She want them Ray Bands, she want them Ray Bands Bobby Ray Bands She want them Ray Bands, she want them Ray Bands She want them Ray Bands, Bobby Ray Bands
Look, she want them Ray Bands them Ray Bands, that coin Gourmet top-house sirloin, courtesy of ya boy She, she, she, she think I owe her, Des Moines Quite being annoying, do something useful and roll a joint You see business over bullshit's my company policy And my team's going green and I ain't talking 'bout pottery You tryin' to hit the party, she tryin' to hit the lottery And if they watchin' girl You're grandfather clockin' it I don't pop bottles, I got pop dollars And after Strange Clouds, I'mma drop my rock album Violent bravado, call me Bobby Bravo Every play is crucial, yeah that's my motto
Said wassup, yeah we do this all the time Where the real freaks, who wanna have a good night? If ya feel that, let it go it's alright The music got you movin' and you're losin' your mind So let me know if it's alright I just wanna know, shawty, have a good time So why don't you let go, let go You're losing control The music got you movin' and you're losing your mind
She wanna pop bottles and chill with older folk Hang with all the models and all the centerfolds Showin' off her body, now watch her strike a pose Tryin' to get beside me so she can get a hold Of them ol' Bobby Ray Bands She want them Ray Bands, she want them Ray Bands Bobby Ray Bands She want them Ray Bands, she want them Ray Bands Bobby Ray Bands
Compositores: Bobby Ray Simmons Jr (B O B), Jamieson Xavier Jones ECAD: Obra #17481429 Fonograma #2492174