If I had the chance to make one wish Every single moment would be like this Laying here baby, just me and you Yeah, and every day would be Sunday afternoon I swear it feels just like The clocks slow down for a while And the air tastes sweeter And

This is my motherfucking life (my life, oh yeah) Jets fly private, nigga S5 hybrid, baby test drive my whip This is my motherfucking life S-l-a u-g-h t-e-r-h-o-u-s-e Yes we are the best in the biz The west in the bitch This eastside money over coochie

Comma ti yi yi yeah Comma ti yippity yi yeah Out on the plains down near Santa Fe I met a cowboy ridin' the range one day And as he jogged along I heard him singin' The most peculiar cowboy song It was a ditty, he learned in the city Now get along, get

It just won’t feel right, When he lays you down, I might just die inside, It just don’t feel right, When he opens his arms and holds you close tonight, 'Cause I can't love you more than this, yeah, 'Cause I can't love you more than this, Can love you

When you're round me Girl, when you come around me You ain't the type of lady that's known to fuck around Keep your mind on your money and you ain't looking to settle down Girl, you keep it 100, 100, 100 Yeah, girl you keep it 100, 100, 100 when you're

You want problems I'ma bring 'em to you We cockin' them thangs Yeah, I got a song let me sing it to you We ready to bang Yeah, you talk impressive, you don't mean it do you? Watch where you aim Get lost in the game, get tossed in the flames, nigga Hunt

Metro Boomin said he got me, yeah All these rappers try to copy, yeah Stick to ice, don't play no hockey, yeah My strap is black and hot like coffee, yeah I'm goin' fast, you can't stop me, yeah Heard your album, break weed on a copy, yeah I used to want

Horses in the stable, horses in the stable That I can ride, oh anytime (Yeah) That I can ride, oh anytime I told her give somethin' good I might come back I snap my fingers they be on me just like that They know the way that I’m living ain't right You're

That ain't us, That ain't my America, That ain't My America You want to slam ol' Uncle Sam but I ain't lettin' you Yeah I'm mad as hell and you know I still, bleed red white and blue Sometimes I want to light up underneath the no smoking sign Sometimes I

And a couple little shacks You gotta go deep Way on back Cross a few creeks And you kick it into four wheel drive when you run out of road You gotta get lost Crickets and frogs Yeah you're gettin' close now