He got money but he got no friends
He gotta lover but he just don't care, no
He's sick of driving his Mercedes Benz
He wants blood
He gotta pistol gotta .45
Breathing heavy, getting so excited
Shot of vodka as they both lock eyes
Blood
He saw her dancing on the floor
Looking so sweet
Baby, you can have it all
If you come with me.
So you better give a call to your mama
Say goodbye to your son or your daughter
Cuz tonight I'm gonna be your lover
Treat ya so good you're never gonna go back home
She keeps her balance on a Chevrolet
Fuckin twisted up: cocaine, champagne
Inside he knows they never get away
Blood
He wants Blood
She caught a buzz, she got bloodshot eyes
Breathing heavy, getting so excited
Hold me baby, I won't be denied
Blood
He wants blood
Blood
He saw her dancing on the floor
He caught her in the street
Said, "Baby, you can have it all
If you come with me.
Give a call to your mama
Say goodbye to your son or your daughter
You're never gonna touch another
You're never gonna go back home"
