C

G     C   C7    G
Hey, hey, hey-hey-hey
C                                       Cm   A#  G7
Get up off yo' ass, get up off yo' ass (Hey, hey)
C                      G7
Get down, get down (Oooh-oooh)
 Cm       A#7               G#7 G7
I'm just old school, y'all, I'm just old school
 C                                     G
But what we got here, y'all know what this is (Oooh-oooh)
 Cm7                    A#     G#7 G7                 Cm     C7
It's the groovy punch sippin', stereo whippin', loud sweat drippin'
      F7                  G7
Like collard greens and chitlins (Yeah, yeah, yeah, funky)
Cm    A#     G7    C A# F G7
It's Topaz Jones! (Hey. hey)


[Verse 1]
   Cm      A#
Ooh, babe
   G                G7              C7
I tried to keep composure but it's too late
    G7                                 Cm7             C7
I just want a taste, you sweet like Kool-Aid (Yeah, you know, the red flavor)
    G7                          C      A#
One look all it take to catch a tooth ache (God damn)
     Cm7                    A#
Uh, I don't know what you waiting for
   G7
In NYC, it's all about the weight you throw
          Cm                  A#
It's all sex in the city like HBO
            G#                      G7
They won't let you in the club; it fuck up the ratio
        C                    A#
On the stage like James, no Maceo
       C       G7                 A#
Once you down already, ain't no place to go
         C                   A#
Second down already, I got plays to go
         G
Lost control of the cruise like Katie Holmes
  C7                      A#
Y'all should know not to play with Jones
  C                   G
Worldwide they appreciate the flow
 C                            A#
Got a couple checks, I just save it though
          G#                           G7
I'm no accountant, I could count like Basie though
              Cm                      C
I'm lookin 'round like, "Where my 40 acres go?"
                            G
I bet I burned that about a 8th ago
              C                       A#   G#
She say you better stay away if your paper low
                         C
It's her birthday, she looking for the cake to blow


[Chorus]
 Cm7      A#     G# G7
Buzzin' for you, honey bee
    Cm7       A#   F   G7
I need your sugar rush
  Cm7     A#   G# G     G7
Promise, baby, I won't bite
     Cm       A#       F   G
I'm fiending for your love
 Cm7      A#     G# G  G7
Buzzin' for you, honey bee
    Cm7       A#   F              Gm7
I need your sugar rush (Need your sugar rush)
  Cm7     A#   G# G     G7
Promise, baby, I won't bite
      Cm       A#       F   Gm7
I'm fiending for your love


[Verse 2]
      Cm7
Say cheese for the picture
 A#                    G7
Sweet like a swisher, you the sugar honey iced tea
      C
They say you're way outta my league
 G7
I ain't gotta trick, it's my treat
       Cm
Hands high, it's a stick-up
   A#
I ride with my niggas
 G7
Wouldn't mind you in the front seat
      C
They act a fool, can't take 'em anywhere we go
    N.C.
Yeah, you cool, but get your hand off my stereo
                                A#
Chillin' with them Kylie Jens, kiss made of collagen
G#                      G
I see you modelin', at least get some college in
c
Uh, I mean, at least get your GED
                        G
The flow sick, someone please call the CDC
 Cm               C
TBT, they ain't see me as a threat, look
                  F                              C
Now I'm hittin' triple-double like I'm Russell Westbrook
                          C5
They get shook when they hear the way I'm coming now
                          G
I hold the summer down; what's with all the run around?
 Cm7               C
Wild goose chase, I'm done with it
                Gm7
I shoot fades, y'all duckin' it
 C                G
Y'all shoot bricks, you bucketless
 C
Every year I gotta write a new bucket list (Uh)
Cm                     G
Don't make me call you by your government
C                   Gm7
Rappers ain't shit without they publicist
 Cm                                      C
Something's up with these girls on the 'net
                      Cm7
Man, the booty on Reebok what you pump it with
   N.C.
I'm getting right to the pumpernickel
   G#      Gm7
Traveling like I just double-dribbled
 Gm
Euro stepping, I studied the fundamentals
F                G7
Oughta tell Flex drop a fucking missile
Cm7             C                     A#
A couple issues need addressing, right?
         Gm7
Academy we teaching lessons like
                          C
When you see me, better recognize
              G7
As bad as she is, I might let it slide

[Chorus]

Cm7      A#     G# G7
Buzzin' for you, honey bee
    Cm7       A#   F   Gm7
I need your sugar rush
  Cm7     A#   G# G     G7
Promise, baby, I won't bite
     Cm       A#       F   Gm
I'm fiending for your love
 Cm7      A#     G# G  G7
Buzzin' for you, honey bee
    Cm7       A#   F              Gm7
I need your sugar rush (Need your sugar rush)
  Cm7     A#   G# G     G7
Promise, baby, I won't bite
      Cm       A#  G
I'm fiending for your love


[Outro]
            Gm
Know what, turn the music off