I Need A

Aye, Mr. Squidward, play me something on that clarinet
Err, maybe something a little more saucy
That's it, Mr. Squidward
Cook that shit up, ol' squiddy boy
Counting me money
Yeah

I need a thick bitch she can ride me out while I count my money
Whip it up with the krabby patties, ain't nothing chummy
On my way to the bank, laughing, I think it's funny
I caught Karen down at the Krab, she was giving sucky
I need a thick bitch who can blow me just like my clarinet
They can hate it, amazin', I go run up a check
Bikini bottom frozen over from ice on my neck
You wanna try me, come through slidin', you'll be dying next

You need to back it up, back it up, bitch, give me some space
While you acting up, acting tough, I could blow your face
Take that shit to trial, get a lawyer, beat the case
You can meet your maker, trying to come for my place
Big ol' booties in Fendi Prada and Gucci
There's a movie getting shot at the Krab
Come through, we're shooting,
But we choosy
Ain't no ugly friends or girls that smell like sushi
Keep your fish at home, bitch, I promise you mean nothing to me
Look, tell me why you acting hoe
Tell me why you casting stones
Tell me why I'm outside ballin' on them while you back at home
Bet that I could beat out plankton when it comes to bagging hoes
Ain't no pussy on live trashy hoes, though

I need a thick bitch she can ride me out while I count my money
Whip it up with the krabby patties, ain't nothing chummy
On my way to the bank, laughing, I think it's funny
I caught Karen down at the Krab, she was giving sucky
I need a thick bitch who can blow me just like my clarinet
They can hate it, amazin', I go run up a check
Bikini bottom frozen over from ice on my neck
You wanna try me, come through slidin', you'll be dying next

Big ol' sack of stacks and the stick go rata tat
Caught him lacking in the trap, bust the doors and take the bag
Need your bitch off of my line, don't need a bitch who gotta dad
Need a bitch who like to freak it for the team then run it back
I need Anita, that spicy lil' mamacita
Okay, hola, senorita
Can you come through with tequila
Tell me can you pop the bottle
Call me papi, turn yo' freak up
You can suck me in the back of the boat mobile with my feet up
Look, workaholic, what you call it
In love with the hustle ballin'
Ain't no holdups
We Russian, but ain't no Stalin
Wait, I'll keep declining
If you keep on calling, we ain't talking
Keep the money in your pocket
I don't need it bitch

I need a thick bitch she can ride me out while I count my money
Whip it up with the krabby patties, ain't nothing chummy
On my way to the bank, laughing, I think it's funny
I caught Karen down at the Krab, she was giving sucky
I need a thick bitch who can blow me just like my clarinet
They can hate it, amazin', I go run up a check
Bikini bottom frozen over from ice on my neck
You wanna try me, come through slidin', you'll be dying next