A dollar bill, oh what a thrill
Steppin up like a prince to the bucket where I spill
I shake my bun, it parts me from
a sea of greedy garlic
Lovin' lovers just like me
But I won't not rectify
In a spit fire I'd pickle my eyes
Just to show you that I know you
And I'd fall apart for that
With a gold high ponytail
You're tickling me irreverently
Am I chasing this reverie?
Gohar please stuff me
Gohar, you make me wanna be cash only
Gohar, you make me wanna be cash only
Gohar, you make me wanna be cash only
Please stuff me
