text: I-I-I-I can make your bed rock 
  I-I-I-I can make your bed rock, girl 
  I-I-I-I can make your bed rock
  I-I-I-I can make your bed rock
  Uh, she got that good-good, she Michael Jackson bad
  Im attracted to her, or her attractive ass
  And now we murderers, because we kill time
  I knock her lights out and she still shine
  I hate to see her go but I love to watch her leave
  But I keep her running back and forth; soccer team
  Cold as a winters day, hot as a summers eve
  Young Money thieves steal your love and leave
  I like the way you walking if you walking my way
  Im that Red Bull, now lets fly away
  Lets buy a place, with all kind of space
  Ill let you be the judge, and-and-and Im the case
  Im Gudda Gudda, I put her under
  I see me with her, no Stevie Wonder
  She dont ever wonder, cause she know she bad
  And I got her, nigga: grocery bag
  Ooh baby, I be stuck to you like glue, baby
  Wanna spend it all on you, baby
  My room is the G-spot
  Call me Mr. Flintstone, I can make your bed rock
   I-I-I-I can make your bed rock
   I-I-I-I can make your bed rock, girl
   I-I-I-I can make your bed rock
   I-I-I-I can make your bed rock 
  Okay, I get it, let me think, I guess its my turn
  Maybe its time to put this pussy on your sideburns
  He say Im bad, he probly right
  He pressing me like button-downs on a Friday night
  Im so pretty like, be on my pedal bike
  Be on my low starch, be on my egg whites
  He say, Nicki dont stop, you the bestest
  And Id just be coming off the top, asbestos
  I love your sushi roll, hotter than wasabi
  I race for your love, Shaken Bake Ricky Bobby
  Im at the W, but I cant meet you in the lobby
  Girl, I gotta watch my back, cause Im not just anybody
  I seen em stand in line just to get beside her
  I let her see the Aston and let the rest surprise her
  Thats when we disappear, you need GPS to find her
  Oh, that was your girl? I thought I recognized her
  Ooh baby, I be stuck to you like glue, baby
  Wanna spend it all on you, baby
  My room is the G-spot
  Call me Mr. Flintstone, I can make your bed rock
   I-I-I-I can make your bed rock
   I-I-I-I can make your bed rock, girl
   I-I-I-I can make your bed rock
   I-I-I-I can make your bed rock 
  She like tanning, I like staying in
  She like romance and I like rolling with friends
  She said Im caged in, I think her conscience is
  Shes watching that Oxygen, Im watching ESPN
  But when that show ends, she all over my skin, lotion
  Slow-mo motions, rollercoastin
  Like back, forth, hold it
  She poses like its for posters and I poke like Im suppose to
  Take this photo if you for me, she said: Dont you ever show this!
  Im too loyal and too focused
  To be losing and be hopeless
  When I spoke this, she rejoiced it, said Your words get me open
  So I closed it, where your clothes is?
  Im only loving for the moment
  She aint got a man, but shes not alone
  Miss Independent, yeah, she got her own
  Hey gorgeous, um, I mean flawless, well
  Thats what you are, how I see it is how I call it, yeah
  Look-look at how she walk, m-hmm, she know she bad
  Do-do your thang baby, I aint even mad
  And I ain’t leavin fast, Ima stay awhile
  Hold your head, Chris, I-Ima take it down!
  Ooh baby, I be stuck to you like glue, baby
  Wanna spend it all on you, baby
  My room is the G-spot
  Call me Mr. Flintstone, I can make your bed rock 
   I-I-I-I can make your bed rock
   I-I-I-I can make your bed rock, girl
   I-I-I-I can make your bed rock
   I-I-I-I can make your bed rock 
  Ooh baby, I be stuck to you like glue, baby
  Wanna spend it all on you, baby
  My room is the G-spot
  Call me Mr. Flintstone, I can make your bed rock
   I-I-I-I can make your bed rock
   I-I-I-I can make your bed rock, girl
   I-I-I-I can make your bed rock
   I-I-I-I can make your bed rock