Don't stop me now 'Cause I'm havin' a good time Two-hundred degrees, that's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit Don't stop me, don't stop me I'm burnin' through the sky, yeah I'm havin' such a good time I'm havin' a ball If you wanna have a good time Just

Trap, trap, trap, trap I've been riding 'round in a coupe Trapped out in a coupe Riding 'round witcha boo Louis on, Jimmy Choo's Yeah I'm faded, yeah she faded Riding 'round through the city All these hundreds and fifties

Feels like my life is ready to blow Me and my love we'll take it slow I hope she knows that I'll love her long I just don't know where the hell I belong She remembers my name How optimism led me astray Two hundred things I took the wrong way But I saw

At the bottom of lake It's a hundred degrees a I can't breath And I won't get out 'til I figure it out Thought I'm weak like I can't believe So you tell me "trust me" I can trust you Just let me show you

Baby sweet baby Here I am I'm knowing Won't you please Come on back home to me I've been so lonely These few days feel like A hundred years How you make me worry baby How you make me worry about you

I used to be down, I fucked around and I got rich I'm driving foreign whips, spent a hundred on my wrist I might take your bitch, private flight, take a trip Your bills be stacking up while I'm stacking up my chips Your bitch on my dick, when she see me,

Somethin' 'bout the taste of a first love, first touch That don't ever seem to fade You're thinkin' 'bout me tonight 'Cause I'm thinkin' 'bout you tonight Now you're six hundred miles away And a ten hour drive But if you called me tonight, I'll be there

I bless the rains down in Africa It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do Gonna take some time to do the things we never had (ooh, ooh) I hear the drums echoing tonight But she hears only

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

When you on top, niggas gon' hate on you Bring out the Brink's truck, I'm young, fly and iced up (icy) 100 yard dash, bitch, I had to run my price up Nigga, boss your life up, I had to boss mine up (ay) 10,000 dollar outfit, hundred dollar lineup (ay)