Let yourself go, let yourself go, let yourself go Gotta let me go, gotta let it go Always fuck fuckin' with my head now Shut your mouth 'cause you're talking too much And I don't give a fuck anyway And I don't give a damn anyway You always seem to be

Talk dirty to me Been around the world, don't speak the language But your booty don't need explaining All I really need to understand is Will you talk dirty to me? Anyway, every day I'm trying to get to it Got her saved in my phone under "Big Booty"

She might just be the one Then I realized She might have been the one For a little fun Gave away our days For a little fame Now I'll never see your face But it's okay I adapted anyway When the sun goes up, you're searching for a love

Could you love me anyway? If I told you all the stupid things I've done I've blamed on being young But I was old enough to know I know If I told you the mess that I can be When there's no one there to see Could you look the other way? What if I told you

You can rely on the old man's money 'Cause you know it don't matter anyway Say money but it won't get you too far You're a rich girl, and you've gone too far Get you too far It's a bitch girl and it's gone too far It's a bitch girl but it's gone too far

Everybody tellin' me I need to change But then y'all gon' complain when a nigga change Bossed up you sayin' lately he ain't been the same Fuck it y'all just wanna hate me anyways Fuck it yeah the money gettin' to my brain Yeah, I think I'm all that with

So go I know you would not stay It wasn't true, but anyway It's going to take a little time While you're waiting like a factory line I'll fly across the park Backseat on the 79 Wasted days you've come to pass Pollination yellow cab You walk up the stairs

Either let me fly, or give me death Let my soul rest, take my breath If I don't fly I'mma die anyway, I'mma live on But I'll be gone any day Or give me death, uh uh uh, or take my breath I'mma die anyway, but I'll be gone any day Hold me down, niggas

Sitting on top of the world 'Cause when you got love, like we got love I'm holding on to heaven, holding on to you When you got one, like I got one Anyway you looking, it's a hell of a view Don't know where we're gonna be But I know we're gonna be So

I'm with that woop Fuck all that turn up the headphones shit But turn up my headphones anyway Huh? (Boom production) Turnt gangster Sir, bun up the main road Run up and stay low Turn up the radio Dirt, straight family