Let's jet out, we'll cruise at hyperspeed I got the beat, I got the beat And that's all we need check it out! Moving out nine times the speed of sound Target Roger that scan I've got a contact and locked on Something's going on at the jack slinger

Check it out I can't believe it, it's so amazing. I can't believe it, this beat is banging. I can't believe it, I can't believe it. (Hey) Check it out This club is heating, this party's blazing. (Yeah yeah, I'm feeling it now) Stepped in the party like

I'm just a cold beer drinker, check out the callus on pop-top finger Got a cooler in the back with a 12 pack ready to roll I'm a killer karaoke country singer, top-water rattle-trap spinner bait slinger king of the grill and a short putt sinker Whiskey

This might be the night, that's right, that's right This might be the night (Kiss your ass goodbye) Y'all can't see this That this might be the night I never thought it would be like this (Yo, yo check this out, yeah motherfuckers) (Come on

What a peculiar state, we're in Let's play a game But we'll find other pieces to the puzzles Slippin' out under the locks I could show you how many moves to checkmate right now We could take apart this life we're building And pack it up inside a box All

Spinnin' bottles, spinnin' bottles Will it end? Nobody knows Spinnin' rooms, spinnin' wheels, spinnin' out of control She's waiting, praying, that he don't drive tonight She's pacing the floor, she's checking the time Wondering how the glow with that

All the way down Let it ride Trying everything now Gotta check it out Got to get off! Out on the street The summer heat Boys playing games Changing their names

Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choo, that's on you (ha) New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, ha) Diamonds on my neck, frozen tears (tears) Bad bitches gettin' wet, here Yeah, don't call me 'til the checks clear (clear) Iced out (stylist), no stylist

Come on and think about it Babe uh, yeah! Girl, you my only one though aight, haha You my baby, fuck all that shit You're the one for me Check it out.

Ex-friends till the end Better off as lovers Best friends And not the other way around Racing through the city Windows down In the back of Yellow-checkered cars I wrote a goodbye note