I've been on the other side
Got my lips smacked
Now they're dry
Then you call me, call me in
You think I am your possession
You're messing with a Southern girl
But my recipe is on
With your stale bread, yeah, it's hot
But baby, I don't need your cash
So baby, maybe I'll let your

Big wheel turn my fantasy
Don't you throw your shade on me
I've been drinking down your pain
I'm gonna turn that whiskey into rain

And wash it away
Wash it away
Wash you away, boy
Let's go!

I've been on my knees
But you're so hard to please
Did you take me, take me in?
So you are a superstar
Get off the cross, we need the wood
Somehow you will rise
But with attitude
I know, honey, you're a pro
But baby, I don't need your cash
Momma got it all in hand now

Big wheel turn my fantasy
Don't you throw that shade on me
I've been drinking down your pain
I'm gonna turn that whiskey into rain

And wash it away
Wash it away, boy
Wash you away now

Give me 8
Give me 7
Give me 6
Give me 5
Give me 4
Give me 3

I-I-I am a M-I-L-F, don't you forget
M-I-L-F, don't you forget
M-I-L-F, don't you forget
Baby, I don't need your cash
So baby, maybe I'll let your

Big wheel turn my fantasy
Don't you throw that shade on me
I've been drinking down your pain
I'm gonna turn that whiskey into rain

Won't your big wheel turn my fantasy?
Don't you throw that shade on me
I've been drinking down your pain
I'm gonna turn that whiskey into rain
I'm gonna turn your whiskey, boy, into rain

And wash it away
Wash you away, boy
Wash you down

Big wheel!