You remind me of fireworks every time you pop it
When you give that look that I know I got it
Houston, I think we've got ourselves a problem
I lost count of all
The money I blew, ooh-ooh-ooh
Thinking about you, ooh-ooh-ooh
R.I.P. to the money I blew

Imma start a fan club, you're fantastic
I could be the one you want to make it last, yeah
Both legs behind your head, girl you're elastic
Everything you have, every girl wish they had it
[?] you got a passion
You look better naked, you don't need no fashion
[?]
Leaving all those other boys asking 'What happened?'

To you, ooh
Who would thought that I would fall in love with someone like
You, you-ooh

You remind me of fireworks every time you pop it
When you give that look that I know I got it
Houston, I think we've got ourselves a problem
I lost count of all
The money I blew, ooh-ooh-ooh
Thinking about you, ooh-ooh-ooh
R.I.P. to the money I blew[Verse 2: ROB]
Yeah, what you need
I've got what you need
Put you in a new Celine
I'll put you in a new Celine
I'll get you Fenty Beauty
This not Maybelline
You like to pop a perc
I'd like to pop a bean
Bad bitch, bad bitch
Girl, you're such a bad bitch
Can you fuck me like a savage?
Clap it, clap it
When she clap it, clap it
She can work [?]
She can bring cash in

She said I got all the money that I need
Pull up in Ferrari that's a win
Twirl, I'd love to see you pop it on the scene
Just like Miami on New Year's Eve

You remind me of fireworks every time you pop it
When you give that look that I know I got it
Houston, I think we've got ourselves a problem
I lost count of all
The money I blew, ooh-ooh-ooh
Thinking about you, ooh-ooh-ooh
R.I.P. to the money I blew