This is all I do, this is all I do I feel like LeBron What you know about that What you know about that? Nothing What I know about that What I know about that? Something I just put a hundred in the bank I don't mean a hundred thousand, haha, yeah, yo, I

Happy people (yeah, yeah yeah, yeah) Happy people baby, happy people Step to the left, step to the right Spin around and bring it down tonight Bring it on up, move in close Let me see you and your partner stroll Can come and take away all your stress,

Call your friends and let's get drunk Call your friends, let's get drunk Trust me, baby trust me I don't mind (Call your friends and let's get drunk) Made it to LA, yeah Finally in LA, yeah Lookin' for the weed though

Yeah, Slumdon Bridge Mr. Red, Catfish I’m out to bark again, ball cracked on the target, demolish it Don’t jump, I just see, nah, took a swattin', then Think while I jump back on the beat, like I need audiences To speak too like a leech, needs to

Yeah you had to, you gotta back me up like one more time Like I was just feeling that too much, I was too hype You know what I mean, like niggas knew we went out Like I was lying, I got blood in my eyes I can't see (Blood in my eyes) Fuck that shit I'm

Gimme that night fever, night fever We know how to do it We know how to show it And that sweet city woman Controlling my mind and my soul When you reach out for me Yeah, and the feelin' is right Then I get night fever, night fever

Your medication makes me high Just be patient I'm like a patient trying to find Run your fingers down my spine Your medication makes me high, yeah I fell in love with the sativa

I put that bitch in park, yeah I put that bitch in park, uh I got a brand new 'Rari, yeah I got a brand new coupe, yeah I got a brand new boo, yeah Put my ex-bitch in park I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe) I got a brand new boo, uh (boo) I got a brand

Two beautiful women arguing over me Oh, I hope my son has these problems Why do these things happen so often? Yeah, I wonder This is how it's gonna be Two beautiful women claiming that they love me Girl, tell me, is it 'cause I showed you how to be the

Franck Muller made me proud of my wrist New Patek on my wrist New Patek on my wrist (yeah) White diamonds and them shits hit pink (yeah, yeah) Got cold, had to go get a mink (yeah) New finger rings hit like a sink (yeah, yeah) You a bad bitch, then we