Decoy
My boy
Million dollar boy toy
Messing with a big shot
I had to quit my day job
You told me you're a mobster
You're married to the mafia
I'll date you 'til you're flat broke
Hit me with the right stroke
Pull up fast, do me slow
Dressed to kill, kill to show face
Getting made
Getting all my good graces
I can kiss, I won't tell
When the don pays you well
Lock the safe
Take your secrets to my grave
My boy
Million dollar boy toy
I'm your favorite decoy
Decoy
Yeah
You're walking on the tightrope
I find it fun to watch though
I'll date you 'til you're flat broke
Hit me with the right stroke
Right stroke
Ouuu I love the thrill of it
To cut deep but not feel the sting of it
I get to ride high, but I don't have to wash my hands
Or wipe my mind, I'm clean
Not in on the crime
And I'm not your ride or die
I'm just your girl, pretty little thing
Not a for life though, not a wedding ring
Want to spend your cash
You just want to hear me sing
My boy, m-my boy
Set fire to the town
My boy, and make out while we watch it burn down
Pull up fast, do me slow
Dressed to kill, I kill the show
Pick me up 'round the back
Black tinted window Cadillac oh
My boy
Million dollar boy toy
I'm your favorite decoy
Decoy
Yeah
You told me you're a mobster
You're married to the mafia
I'll date you 'til you're flat broke
Hit me with the right stroke
Hit me with the right stroke
Million dollar boy toy
Messing with a big shot
I had to quit my day job
You told me you're a mobster
You're married to the mafia
I'll date you 'til you're flat broke
Hit me with the right stroke
Pull up fast, do me slow
Dressed to kill, kill to show face
Getting made
Getting all my good graces
I can kiss, I won't tell
When the don pays you well
Lock the safe
Take your secrets to my grave
My boy
Million dollar boy toy
I'm your favorite decoy
Decoy
Yeah
You're walking on the tightrope
I find it fun to watch though
I'll date you 'til you're flat broke
Hit me with the right stroke
Right stroke
Ouuu I love the thrill of it
To cut deep but not feel the sting of it
I get to ride high, but I don't have to wash my hands
Or wipe my mind, I'm clean
Not in on the crime
And I'm not your ride or die
I'm just your girl, pretty little thing
Not a for life though, not a wedding ring
Want to spend your cash
You just want to hear me sing
My boy, m-my boy
Set fire to the town
My boy, and make out while we watch it burn down
Pull up fast, do me slow
Dressed to kill, I kill the show
Pick me up 'round the back
Black tinted window Cadillac oh
My boy
Million dollar boy toy
I'm your favorite decoy
Decoy
Yeah
You told me you're a mobster
You're married to the mafia
I'll date you 'til you're flat broke
Hit me with the right stroke
Hit me with the right stroke
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Writer(s): Jutai Tyra
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