Every time we come around Doors goin’ up, panties goin’ down Y’all throw that money up, catch it comin’ down Put your hand up, down Baby let me blow a hundred on you Every time we come around, ah On everything I love, It’s We The Best Music It’s We The

A hundred miles an hour Out on highway 10 Top down burning up the night again Ain't no one can catch you But girl I'm gonna try I can see that dangerous look in your eyes You're my kind of crazy Full moon saying you know what I like

A hundred miles an hour Out on highway 10 Top down burning up the night again Ain't no one can catch you But girl I'm gonna try I can see that dangerous look in your eyes You're my kind of crazy Full moon saying you know what I like

A hundred miles an hour Out on highway 10 Top down burning up the night again Ain't no one can catch you But girl I'm gonna try I can see that dangerous look in your eyes You're my kind of crazy Full moon saying you know what I like

We might as well be lovers on the sun Let's light it up, let's light it up Until our hearts catch fire And show the world, a burning light They've never shined so bright We're burning up We'll find a way, we'll find a way To keep the cold night From

She knows how to work them cut off things She knows how to get me to do about anything How to bat those eyes, swing them hips, how to rock that cherry red lipstick She knows I can't say no It's seven a.m. baby Trying to catch up on a little sleep Its way

Yah, yah, yah Got bitches like XO (XO) Probably is a- Cuttin' off my old ho (Old ho) Catch it, just like Ocho (Ocho) Loaded, just like Loso Ice made bitches too nice (Too nice) Bentley coupe like white rice (White rice) Skrrt, he outta here (Gone)

Ain't a damn thing change I still keep that thing Right up under my shirt Until somebody get hurt When I pull away hang and bang 'Cause it all fun and games Boy you better catch me first So you finally get hurt murked put 'em in the dirt

I wrote my way out When the world turned its back on me I was up against the wall I had no foundation No friends and no family to catch my fall I picked up a pen And wrote my way out (I wrote my way out) I picked up the pen like Hamilton Running on

Hey, let me in Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, all those stars drip down like butter Promises are sweet We hold out our pans, lift our hands to catch them We eat them up, drink them up, up, up, up I only wish that I could hear you whisper down Mister fisherman,