Smashin' up, them 'Raris dash out (cash out) 'Member all them nights we used to trap out? Broccoli and collard greens (collard greens) Passin' all them haters, cash out (cash out) Let's party like the '70s Blowin' on hella tree It don't matter to me,

(Hoo hoo hoo) On the pontoon Makin' waves and catchin' rays up on the roof Jumpin' out the back, don't act like you don't want to Party in slow motion Mm, motorboatin' Out here in the open Back this hitch up into the water Untie all the cables and rope

Nothing can touch me But why do I feel this party's over? But how do I feel this good sober? You're like perfection Coming down, coming down, coming down

I do it solo T-t-touch but I got nobody I wanna f-woop, woop woop, but I'm broken hearted Cr-cr-cry but I like to party Here on my own Cr-cr-cry since the day we parted So I do it solo Since you been gone I've been dancing on my own

Dem call mi di ravin king Touch a Smudge gyal a, show mi love And a tell mi mi sweet like fudge Gal dem a wine pon me, yeah A wi hav the style weh dem love Dem watch wi like MTV Him seh party shot, like one M-16 Him seh party shot, like one STD Him seh

Yeah I want it all, tell me who is gonna stop me Let that hate dissolve, flyest niggas in the party I step in this bitch feelin' like I'm John Gotti I just wanna ball, tell my haters that I'm sorry Ay, I just wanna ball, tell my haters that I'm sorry She

We won't run and hide I'm passing over you like a satellite So catch me if I fall That's why you stick to your game plans and party lives But at night we're conspiring by candlelight We are the orphans of the American dreams Oh shine your light on me

Mexicano, I'm working like I'm Mexicano Drop-top Porsches, I'm so used to this Smoking out the pound, I'm so used to this I know where I'm from and I got used to this Get the llama, I party with the real Madonna (yeah) Beat the odds, do numbers and

Probably make a mil with her Faded, swear to God I'm faded My bitch educated, had her clients pay the payment She don't need a damn thing, my bitch look like Tammy Toe Hit the strip like every week plus we burn up half an O It's that life that got no

(She looks like fun) She looks like fun (She looks like) One, two, three, four She looks like Smile like you've got a straw in something tropical I've got the party plugged right into my skull Wayne Manor, what a memorable N.Y.E Good morning