Today, today, today I don't know you I just got into your shit today Lookin like a million dollar lick today Yeah, but you niggas ain't takin' shit today All this ice up on my wrist, I might get sick today Yeah, today is gonna be a good day Damn, Goose!

I'll be on the way Put it in drive, I'll be outside, I'll be on the way You can meet me in five, I'll be all night, I'll be all day I'll be all day Yeah, yeah, yeah This the type of shit that you been waiting all year for Back in town for a minute if you

Bitch, I'm silly Up the chopper, shoot your shit up, let's get busy Drinkin' Henny, goin' brazy, poppin' pillies Sex Money Murda, shout out all my blazing Billies (all my Billies) Y'all already know it be the boy Yung Gordon And you rockin' with Take

Pop it bitch Pop pop pop One two and the bitch came All these hoes know my damn name Break a bitch heart pouring out the champagne Why you over there chilling with the little lames? You ain't know, you ain't know that my shit bang? Walk up on this bitch

Where the good times gone? All the stupid fun And all that shit we've done And you still won't know Lost it on the chesterfield Or maybe on A gamblin' wheel Lost it in a diamond mine It's dark as hell

Put it in drive, I'll be outside, I'll be on the way I'll be on the way You can meet me in five, I'll be online, I'll be a-all day I'll be a-all day Na, na, na, na, ooh Oh, no, oh, ayy Yeah, yeah, yeah This the type of shit that you been waiting all year

I still fuck 'em like I used too I need to put that shit on Youtube Cause you know we got that dancefloor crazy Single ladies come and have my baby Hey my nigga come and grab your lady Lemme see you twerk it, lemme see if you can twerk it 'Cause you know

Lil' buddy what you want? Some violent shit! Whattup? Hey baby, I got the potion Take a sip of this and put your back in motion Two-step and lay back, still wilin' shit Two step and lay back, still wilin' shit Tell yo' momma I'm a ghet-to su-per-star

Get your walk on, get your head tight I know you feelin the shit, shit is dead right Get your bounce on, back dat ass up Bitch pass me the bottle, fill your glass up (Yeah) I can drink a whole Henessey fifth Some call that a problem but I call it a gift

You just want what you can't have I'll call the cops If you don't stop, I'll call your dad And I hate to do this to you on your birthday Happy birthday by the way "It's not you, it's me" and all that other bullshit You know that's bullshit Don'tcha',