Dust

She a goodie two shoes With her naughty friends They a bad influence Filling her cup full of Bombay Sipping that gin and juice Coming out her shell Leaving the hotel And she not one for the nightlife But tonight she gon break the rules Looking my way; I'm crushing Bought her that drink; she blushing Body language discussion So we don't gotta talk about nothing Booty clap when she buss it Acting so self destructive And enough's enough I can tell she acting so innocent but that jig is up Turn me into gold With a single touch All her bourgeois friends they don't recognize the girl she becomes When she sniff the dust No she don't do this often No she don't do this often But can't no one tell her nothing Too busy self destructing No she don't do this often No she don't do this often So we don't got talk about nothing Kitted in Hermés Something bout the way she walking got 'em turning heads She flew out from Paris so I'm practicing my French Kinda find it sexy when she acting so pretentious Freak on the inside with a shell of innocence She a pro, playing so hard to get Feel at home when she dance by herself She don't got no one else to impress On the pole with her rich confidence To the penthouse suite, make a mess Pop a pill playing Russian roulette And enough's enough I can tell she acting so innocent but that jig is up Turn me into gold With a single touch All her bourgeois friends they don't recognize the girl she becomes When she sniff the dust No she don't do this often No she don't do this often But can't no one tell her nothing Too busy self destructing No she don't do this often No she don't do this often So we don't got talk about nothing Body language discussion