I give it all that I got I get the cash and I flip it (yeah) I fuck the baddest bitches Young nigga scrape that pot (huh) Yeah, skrrt out the lot (huh) Life been movin' so fast Yeah, spend this cash (aye) I just been getting to my bag (huh) I just been

Everything high end (high end) High end, yeah You know, what we doin' I'm set, slatt, set, gang, set I'm on a high end (jet) I'm 'bout to fly in (set) Hop in a Cayenne (skrrt) I was just glidin' (I was just glidin')

Party people say, party people say, "Aye It's a new day, it's a new day" World is gettin' ready, everybody's ready, yeah! For a new day, for a new day, Celebrate and say Oh, oh, A-K! Celebrate and say aye, aye, aye, aye aye (aye) There's a feeling that I

Hotter than hell And I'll give it to you 'Cause we're hot like hell Does it burn when I'm not there? When you're by yourself Am I the answer to your prayers I'm giving you the pleasure of heaven Can you feel the warmth, yeah 'Cause my kiss goes down you

My bitches love me, yeah (love me, yeah) My bitches love me, yeah My bitches love me, yeah (yeah) I get her Gucci (aye) They give me loyalty I got it untucked We up in Barney's (aye) I'm a good lookin' nigga, I'ma stunt (I'ma stunt) Said, I'm a good

You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away (always!) $uicide, $uicide, my end (Yeah, man) (aye, aye, aye) Reach into my pocket, then I grab a couple crumbled hunnids

Come live with me in comfort I wanna be your lover Come live with me angel I don't understand your mood baby I really really Wanna be your lover When you want some solitude You can't have it Ooh yeah baby

Oh, the trouble with love Everybody knows it's the best kind, too It'll get you in deep, yeah, it always does Oh, but the trouble's gonna find you Oh, but I got no trouble with love Oh, and that's the trouble with love The trouble with time is that you

Whole squad sending prayers up My god, I know where the blessing is Purple drank in my prayer cup Yeah, I'm up, yeah, I'm up, yeah Everybody must know it They ain't think I'd ever go and flex like this Thank God I know where the blessing is (bless up)

Me and my band of brothers got you covered On the honky tonk front lines Well, we ain't no rookies; it's our third tour of duty Yeah, that's all right I came up through the trenches where We only played for tips and alcohol You find out what you're made