How does it sound if we spend the night out? Hey baby, what's that sound? I make a few steps and I fall on the ground. It's a long shot but darling couldn't love any more, Come on come on Hey baby, give it a try. I can find an answer if you wanna know

I said get up! I say get up! I have the savoir faire I'm the reason everybody here I make it hot, I make it hot in here Your feet hurtin' I really care I want to see you, I want to see you move And get all into the groove I'm getting money man I really

Man, oh my God Then I hit 6ix9ine, tell him give me the ball Tiki Taki, Spanish mami, she a hot tamale (hot) Make 'em spend that money, dummy, go retarded for me (pop it) Pop it, pop it, she get started, she won't ever stop it Little thottie, got her

And if you're gonna take your shot, then take it If you made up your mind, then make it If you ever loved me But make this fast If you're gonna break my heart, just break it

Louder than sirens Louder than bells Sweeter than heaven And hotter than hell There's a drumming noise inside my head It makes such an all mighty sound That starts when you're around I swear that you could hear it As I move my feet towards your body

(I can take you higher) It's not that I can't stop, it's that I won't stop I'll make it hot (I do it) I'll be on top, as soon as the beat drop I'll make the whole club rock (I do it) Show you how that low rider bounce off the flo' - You ain't know? It's

And you only got one shot, don't ignore, yeah 'Cause I'm so choosy, choosy, yeah, yeah Mans say I'm too bougie, bougie, yeah, yeah So I'ma give you one shot, go ahead, pour it So I'ma make one stop for you, for you Gotta give me all you got So I'ma make

The way they do my life Make me wanna holler Dah, dah, dah Oh, make me wanna holler And throw up both my hands Dah, dah, dah, dah Rockets, moon shots Spend it on the have nots Money, we make it

We're class! You're not! Let's kill some squids and make them rot With pirate powered murder skills The future's where we get our thrills A shot to the heart with a flintlock gun And mash their brains with a bottle of rum I come to you from another time

Make it a hurricane before I go insane It's only half past twelve, but I don't care And pour me somethin' tall and strong It's five o'clock somewhere The sun is hot and that ol' clock is movin' slow and so am I Workday passes like molasses in wintertime