Topaz Jones
Toothache
[Intro: Aunt Lisa]
Hey, hey, hey-hey-hey
Get up off yo' ass, get up off yo' ass (Hey, hey)
Get down, get down (Oooh-oooh)
I'm just old school, y'all, I'm just old school
But what we got here, y'all know what this is (Oooh-oooh)
It's the groovy punch sippin', stereo whippin', loud sweat drippin'
Like collard greens and chitlins (Yeah, yeah, yeah, funky)
It's Topaz Jones! (Hey. hey)

[Verse 1]
Ooh, babe
I tried to keep composure but it's too late
I just want a taste, you sweet like Kool-Aid (Yeah, you know, the red flavor)
One look all it take to catch a tooth ache (God damn)
Uh, I don't know what you waiting for
In NYC, it's all about the weight you throw
It's all sex in the city like HBO
They won't let you in the club; it fuck up the ratio
On the stage like James, no Maceo
Once you down already, ain't no place to go
Second down already, I got plays to go
Lost control of the cruise like Katie Holmes
Y'all should know not to play with Jones
Worldwide they appreciate the flow
Got a couple checks, I just save it though
I'm no accountant, I could count like Basie though
I'm lookin 'round like, "Where my 40 acres go?"
I bet I burned that about a 8th ago
She say you better stay away if your paper low
It's her birthday, she looking for the cake to blow
[Chorus]
Buzzin' for you, honey bee
I need your sugar rush
Promise, baby, I won't bite
I'm fiending for your love
Buzzin' for you, honey bee
I need your sugar rush (Need your sugar rush)
Promise, baby, I won't bite
I'm fiending for your love

[Verse 2]
Say cheese for the picture
Sweet like a swisher, you the sugar honey iced tea
They say you're way outta my league
I ain't gotta trick, it's my treat
Hands high, it's a stick-up
I ride with my n***as
Wouldn't mind you in the front seat
They act a fool, can't take 'em anywhere we go
Yeah, you cool, but get your hand off my stereo
Chillin' with them Kylie Jens, kiss made of collagen
I see you modelin', at least get some college in
Uh, I mean, at least get your GED
The flow sick, someone please call the CDC
TBT, they ain't see me as a threat, look
Now I'm hittin' triple-double like I'm Russell Westbrook
They get shook when they hear the way I'm coming now
I hold the summer down; what's with all the run around?
Wild goose chase, I'm done with it
I shoot fades, y'all duckin' it
Y'all shoot bricks, you bucketless
Every year I gotta write a new bucket list (Uh)
Don't make me call you by your government
Rappers ain't shit without they publicist
Something's up with these girls on the 'net
Man, the booty on Reebok what you pump it with
I'm getting right to the pumpernickel
Traveling like I just double-dribbled
Euro stepping, I studied the fundamentals
Oughta tell Flex drop a fucking missile
A couple issues need addressing, right?
Academy we teaching lessons like
When you see me, better recognize
As bad as she is, I might let it slide
[Chorus]
Buzzin' for you, honey bee
I need your sugar rush
Promise, baby, I won't bite
I'm fiending for your love
Buzzin' for you, honey bee
I need your sugar rush
Promise, baby, I won't bite
I'm fiending for your love

[Outro: Aunt Lisa]
Know what, turn the music off