Strolling down the strip, we were straight strip Tipping all the we were straight gin sipping Go gamble, fuck hos, everybody knows everybody dope You can on our clothes A bit of indo a little bit of girls Because we were kind of curious what was their skirts
Oh, just fucking around They don't know we're just fucking
Split it, hit it, win it, stick around for a Throw another bill in it; though, you'll be broke without You will be glad that you did, 'cause you'll be up and faded With a gold digger who's pretty and thinks that you're rich and
Oh, we're fucking around They don't know we're fucking around
I'd been stinking drinking My boys are I'm thinking I needed a room for the On to the with the beacon I gave a tip to this chick it was a chip worth a grip but was it A wink and a key and I went to my Oh, not two, were three different whores all for me a time what a place they won't remember my face
No one knows, oh, just fucking around don't know we're just fucking around
Soon afternoon and I'd been up for two days I had played the same game with money and hos you how it goes Our weekend had with all the hos we befriended But our egos had landed since we went empty handed Come on and go, let's go hit the road for four hours home go and get stoned and no one will know