Bet - Mereba

Bet my bottom dollar that

You would make my father go

Mad like seeing double

He’d say your name then he’d call you trouble, oh

Don’t you worry about

So clean but they’d do you dirty

I’m mad for being flirty with you

Heard from a bird that you

You’re nothing but trouble

Just trouble

Heard from a bird that you

You’re nothing but trouble

Just trouble

But I like how low you lay

And I let you in my day

'Cause I like the way you call me baby

Heard from a bird that you

You’re nothing but trouble

Trouble

And I’m still picking up the rubble from my last quake

And I was sitting on the shadow coming from my last break

Had to take a second look, then a third then etcetera

He said don’t let your eyes get ahead of ya

He called me out

And I was blushing like Russians up in the snow

I said I’m sorry made my way to the do'

He said no

You fly love, I’m gonna call you my thug

You gon' call me yo man

They gon' call me that thug

Like, hope plain and simple we would meet every week or two

Light up the reefer tinted window two-seater, ooh

I like his meaner demeanor

It doesn’t mean our

Worlds can’t collide right place right time, right?

I bet my dollar you’d be hated by my father but

Loved by a daughter you could father

I said too much

A birdie said you was rough

Might break me up like I was what you put in the dutch but

I like how low you lay

And I let you in my day

'Cause I like the way you call me baby

Heard from a bird that you you’re nothing but trouble

You’re just trouble

But I like how low you lay

And I let you in my day

'Cause I like the way you call me baby

Heard from a bird that you

You’re nothing but…

Bet my bottom dollar that

Bet, bet my bottom dollar that

Bet, bet my bottom dollar that