Lyrics
**Verse 1:**
Hey, Bobby, you there?
Uh-uh
You wanna guess the color of my binder there
You wanna know what's hidden in my drawer, I swear
Is it coded in pink or just see-through?
Does it reveal my new stapler tattoo?
You wanna file 'em up, pull 'em all down south
You wanna turn this report out, that's what I'm talkin' about
Fi-fi-fi-file 'em up, pull 'em all down south
You wanna turn this report out, that's what I'm talkin' about (yeah)
**Chorus:**
Try it, type it, print it, staple it
Pull it to the side and get all up in it
Shred it, fax it, might remix it
Send it to the boss, yeah, I think he's with it
Try it, type it, print it, staple it
Pull it to the side and get all up in it
Shred it, fax it, might remix it
Punch it in for lunch, yeah, it's so efficient
**Verse 2:**
Don't have to guess the color of your sticky notes
Already know what you've got written, no quotes
It's that neon bright with the little scribbles
The ones I saw you jotting during those long quibbles
I saw them when you leaned back, they were peekin' out
I'm gonna tell you right now, they're all I'm thinkin' about
**Chorus:**
I wanna try it, type it, print it, staple it
Pull it to the side and get all up in it
Highlight, bite it, can I fit it?
Bobby likes files, but he knows I'd hit it
(Knows I'd hit it)
Bobby, call me if you're with it
**Bridge:**
Yeah
Guess, guess, guess, guess, guess, guess, guess, guess
Guess, guess, guess, guess, guess, guess, guess, guess
Guess, guess, guess, guess, guess, guess, guess, guess
Guess, guess, guess, guess, guess, guess, guess, guess
**Outro:**
You wanna guess what me and Bobby have been slackin' about? (You've been disrespectful)
Still tryin' to guess the password to my Excel file (are you obsessed with me?)
You wanna guess the address of the meeting we're at (you really are not invited)
You wanna guess if we're serious about this call
