I’ve been waiting all my life for this type of vibe Wanna see a million lights, light up my life When girls come I no wan sit down Mo ma n gbadu awon Omo, Gidi gan gan Pick up the package dawg This a military ting like I come from Afghanistan Dressed in

Are you ready I'm coming up with all my girls Good times rule, so no curfew Let your hair down Are you, yeah We're gonna party like there's never a worry 'cause Tonight you get to be a superstar We're showing off our moves, the breeze so cool (yeah)

You don't like players That's what you say-a But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller Without girls like you When you walk in the bar And you dressed like a star Rockin' your f me pumps And the men

"Run, run, run, from the ghetto bird" Why oh why must you swoop through the hood like everybody from the hood is up to no good. You think all the girls around here are trickin' up there lookin' like Super chicken At night I see your light through my

Like lightning, light, like lightning The boys, the girls, they all like Carmen She gives them butterflies, bats her cartoon eyes Buy her tonight, she's still shining Darling, darling, doesn't have a problem Lying to herself 'cause her liquor's top shelf

Everything is nice Like the feeling's right, goin' on a high grade flight Thugs a proll out, girls a roll out Everything is nice, yeah Dis a fi di people dem a work hard All who gone to di morgue, R.I.P to a loved one I'm feeling high, champagne fly Work

I ain't never been no silly ho Waiting for your call Like the other girls want u I ain't never been the one to mess Wit' someone else's mess That's not a thang for me to do I ain't never been the chicken head To wake up in your head After every club or

Well I don't really care what people say I don't really watch what dem waan to do Still I got to stick to my girls like glue And I mon nah play number two All I know the time it is gettin' dread Need a lot of trees up in my head Got a little damsel in my

You don't like players That's what you say-a But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller Without girls like you When you walk in the bar And you dressed like a star Rockin' your F me pumps And the men

Grind with my brothers 'til we make it out the sticks You a broke nigga, prolly switch up for a bitch I was in the game, you was sittin' on the bench Chillin' with my woes like we came up from the six I don't fuck with girls that be all up in the mix