I've been on the other side
Got my lips smacked
Now they're dry
Then you
Call me
Call me in
You think I am your possession
You're messing with a Southern girl
But my recipe is on
With your stale bread
Yeah it's hot
But baby I don't need your cash
So baby maybe I'll let your
Big wheel turn my fantasy
Don't you throw your shade on me
I've been drinking down your pain
I'm gonna turn that whiskey into rain
Wash it away, wash it away,
Wash you away, boy
Let's go
I've been on my knees but you're so hard,
Won't be pleased that you
Take me, take me in
So you are a superstar
Get off the cross, we need the wood
Somehow you will rise, but with attitude
I know, honey, you're a pro
But baby I donâ??t need your cash
Mama got it all in hell now
Big wheel turn my fantasy
Don't you throw that shade on me
I've been drinking down your pain
I'm gonna turn that whiskey into rain
Wash it away, wash it away, boy
Wash you away now
Gimmie eight,
A gimmie seven,
A gimmie six,
Gimmie five,
Gimmie four,
A gimmie three
I-I-I am an M-I-L-F, don't you forget, M-I-L-F, donâ??t you forget,
M-I-L-F, don't you forget
Baby, I don't need your cash
So baby maybe I'll leave you
Big wheel turn my fantasy
Don't you throw that shade on me
I've been drinking down your pain
I'm gonna turn that whiskey into rain
Big wheel turn my fantasy
Don't you throw that shade on me
I've been drinking down your pain
I'm gonna turn that whiskey into rain
Gonna turn your whiskey, boy
Into rain
Wash you away
Wash you away boy
Wash you down
Big wheel.
