Sleazy
KESHA Lyrics

I don't need you or your brand-new Benz
I don't require you or your new Mercedes Benz

Or your bougie friends
I'm not interested in your posh friends

I don't need love, looking like diamonds
Extravagant displays of love don't impress me

Looking like diamonds
I don't need a showy partnership

(Get sleazy, get sleazy, get sleazy)

(Get sleazy, get sleazy, get sleazy)

(Get sleazy, get sleazy)

I'ma get, get (get sleazy, get sleazy, get sleazy)
I'm going to get down and dirty

I'ma get, get (get sleazy, get sleazy, get sleazy, oh!)
I'm really going to get sleazy now!

You can't imagine the immensity of the fuck I'm not giving about your money
I have zero interest in your wealth

And manservant and the mansion you live in
I'm not impressed by your servants or your big house

And I don't wanna go places where all my ladies can't get in
I don't want to go to exclusive places with restrictions on my female friends

And just grab a bottle, some boys and let's take it back to my basement
Let's get some drinks and head back to my house

And get sleazy, sick of all your lines, so cheesy
I'm tired of your cliche pick-up lines, let's just get down and dirty

Sorry daddy, but I'm not that easy
I'm not going to fall for your tricks easily, sorry

I'm not gonna sit here while you circle jerk it and work it
I'm not going to watch you show off and work hard for my attention

I'ma take it back to where my man and my girls is
I'm going to take it back to where my friends and significant other are

(Sleazy, get sleazy, get sleazy) get

'Cause I'ma get, get (Get sleazy, get sleazy, get sleazy)
I'm definitely going to get sleazy now!

'Cause I'ma get

Rat-tat-tat-tat on your dum-dum-drum
The beat of the music is making me dance rapidly

The beat so phat, gonna make me cum, um, um, um, um (over to your place)
This music is so good it's making me want to go back to your place

I don't mean to critique on your seduction technique
I don't want to criticize your way of seducing someone

But your money's not impressing me, it's kinda weak
I'm not impressed by your money, it's actually quite weak

That you really think you're gonna get my rocks off
You really think you can please me sexually?

Get my top and socks off
You think you can undress me?

By showing me that dollas in your drop-box
You think showing me your money will make me interested?

Me and all my friends, we don't buy bottles, we bring 'em
My friends and I don't purchase bottles, we bring them ourselves

We take the drinks from the tables when you get up and leave 'em
We take the drinks left on tables when you get up and leave

And I don't care if you stare and you call us scummy
I don't care if you judge us for our behavior

'Cause we ain't after your affection and sure as hell not your money, honey
We don't want your affection, and definitely not your money

Rat-tat-tat-tat on your dum-dum-drum
The music is still making me dance rapidly

The beat so phat, gonna make me cum, um, um, um, um (over to your place)
The music is making me want to go back to your place