I got bitches in my swimming pool Real life mermaids Models in my living room Lined by Hermes Somebody must have heard me when I prayed 'Cause I’m paid cash money Cash Money never paid me But your boy did his thing

Keep you on my arm girl, you’d never be alone I can be a gentleman, anything you want If I was your boyfriend, I’d never let you go, I’d never let you go I’d like to be everything you want Hey girl, let me talk to you If I was your boyfriend, I'd never

Oh my god, look at my Roley Too much sauce Look at my squad, like holy moly Look at my squad Nah, come on T, man Not even chatting to these bruddas, man They're boys, man, baby boys Still got Oysters and that Not even oyster perpetuals

I say, "Hey Iggy, you're so fine You're so fine, you blow my mind" (hey Iggy, hey Iggy) Baddest white bitch in the club Hot boys on my dick in the club Low-low waist, brand new bag? (Hey Iggy, hey Iggy) Baddest white bitch in the game I could make Future

There was a time when a moment like this Wouldn’t ever cross my mind The sun will rise with my name on your lips ‘Cause everything will change tonight Big boys don’t cry They don’t ask why Shout out from the bottom of my lungs A plague on both your houses

My grandma was a wise old soul Took me by the hand not long ago Said, "Son, what's your hurry, boy slow it down Taste the wild honey, listen to the sound Of the wind that's blowin' through the trees Rivers flowin' to the sea Yeah they're all headin' home

I will follow If you walk away, walk away I walk away, walk away, I will follow I was on the outside when you said You said you needed me I was looking at myself I was blind, I could not see A boy tries hard to be a man His mother takes him by his hand

Dance, dance, dance Just wanna dance, dance, dance Where you want me I came the party on my own Don't need nobody in my song I get down to the beat I loose control Boy you can cool it down I'm here to fool around

Relaxed in the sun, low as possible It's my shit right here baby My boy Curren$y on this, Montana Shout to all the stores, shout to all the websites, Shout to all the blogs and all that I support French Montana, Big Mike, DJ Self, Evil Empire Yeah, you

When we're crashing, let's have passion Boy, you've got my heart on overdrive I can't stop this feeling baby Only you can make me come alive Overdrive (overdrive), overdrive (overdrive) Take a moment for yourself Get close with the lights down low You