I Need A

Ay, Mr. Squidward, play me somethin' on that clarinet
Err, maybe somethin' a little more saucy
That's it, Mr. Squidward
Cook that shit up, ol' squiddy boy
(Countin' me money)
Yeah

I need a thick bitch, she can ride me out while I count my money (my money)
Whip it up with the krabby patties, ain't nothin' chummy (chummy)
On my way to the bank, laughin', I think it's funny (think it's funny)
I caught Karen down at the Krab, she was givin' sucky
I need a thick bitch who can blow me just like my clarinet (just like my clarinet)
They can hate it, amazin', I go run up a check (up a check)
Bikini bottom frozen over from ice on my neck (ice on my neck)
You wanna try me, come through slidin', you'll be dyin' next

You need to back it up, back it up, bitch, give me some space (space)
While you actin' up, actin' tough, I could blow your face (your face)
Take that shit to trial, get a lawyer, beat the case (the case)
You can meet your maker, tryin' to come for my place
Big ol' booties in Fendi, Prada and Gucci
There's a movie gettin' shot at the Krab, come through, we're shootin'

But we choosy, ain't no ugly friends or girls that smell like sushi
Keep your fish at home, bitch, I promise you mean nothin' to me
Look, tell me why you actin' hoe, tell me why you castin' stones?
Tell me why I'm outside ballin' on them while you back at home
Bet that I could beat out plankton when it comes to baggin' hoes
Ain't no pussy on live trashy hoes, though

I need a thick bitch, she can ride me out while I count my money
Whip it up with the krabby patties, ain't nothin' chummy
On my way to the bank, laughin', I think it's funny
I caught Karen down at the Krab, she was givin' sucky
I need a thick bitch who can blow me just like my clarinet
They can hate it, amazin', I go run up a check
Bikini bottom frozen over from ice on my neck
You wanna try me, come through slidin', you'll be dyin' next

Big ol' sack of stacks and the stick go rata-tat
Caught him lackin' in the trap, bust the doors and take the bag
Need your bitch off of my line, don't need a bitch who gotta dad
Need a bitch who like to freak it for the team then run it back
I need Anita, that spicy lil' mamacita
Okay, hola, señorita, can you come through with tequila?
Tell me can you pop the bottle, call me papi, turn your freak up

You can suck me in the back of the boat mobile with my feet up
Look, workaholic, what you call it
In love with the hustle ballin'
Ain't no holdups, we Russian, but ain't no stallin'
Wait, I'll keep declinin' if you keep on callin', we ain't talkin'
Keep the money in your pocket, I don't need it bitch

I need a thick bitch she can ride me out while I count my money (my money)
Whip it up with the krabby patties, ain't nothin' chummy (chummy)
On my way to the bank, laughin', I think it's funny (think it's funny)
I caught Karen down at the Krab, she was givin' sucky
I need a thick bitch who can blow me just like my clarinet (just like my clarinet)
They can hate it, amazin', I go run up a check (up a check)
Bikini bottom frozen over from ice on my neck (ice on my neck)
You wanna try me, come through slidin', you'll be dyin' next