[Intro: Jimmy Smith]
...Here today, and gone tomorrow

[Intro: Eric Canto]
You got a fat price tag on your heart, oh girl

[Verse 1]
What do bad girls dream of when they leave the club?
Is it love? Is it meaning? Cuz I got the plug
But what I'm meaning is that the guy you be seeing
Is probably thinking of reasons or excuses to cover his cheating

But you don't wanna nice guy; they don't know what's up
You want someone to grab you by your pretty hair and fuck
I know you want someone that take no shit
To be no bitch, about 6'6", and make his own luck

But I'm guessing you be stressing not just cuz of that
That would be childish and I know you're better than that
I know it's cash, cash, cash over mans
Except when he got your tight ass in his hands

Just cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake
And if he eat it before he beat it then you down to stay
Baby girl I know exactly how it's all played
Just call me when all this shit start to feel the same

You gotta know when to put guard up girl
You gotta fat price tag on your heart oh girl
So don't trust yourself once you're in that zone
What do bad girls dream of when they sleeping alone?

[Verse 2]
Well how about you and that beautiful smile
Come over to my place and we can stare at the ceiling tiles
After I hit it accordingly while listening to "All of Me"
Just in case you're unsure of me, morally, I'll do it formally

You know it's real when you are who you think you are
And you're a bad girl who likes to take it too far
Matter of fact I might take it til I hit the stars
Cuz I'm hitting one right now and she keeps telling me to go farther
Right after that she thinking I'm her father
She want it so much harder til it all hurts
I'd do it if she wasn't in her feelings
But all she wanna do is have these naked evenings

All she wanna do is get high and listen to Drizzy
All she wanna do is talk of how much she can give me
And I don't doubt her for a second, but when the minutes pass
We both on a whole different subject and then I'm on that ass

After hours in 508 though
She wakes up the next morning like, "where are my clothes?"
She knows what's good when it's all well and sexually
But what do bad girls dream of when they're next to me?