Oh oh oh oh oh ooh, b-ball for me, yeah Oh oh oh oh oh ooh, ball for me Baby could you? I got too much on my mind right now I ain't got the time to get you Saint Laurent down Could you? I got too much on my mind right now Time to hit Rodeo, give my baby

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

Dropped out, then I got rich (Yeah) Dropped out, then I put a Patek on my wrist (Brrr) Dropped out, for my teacher 'cause she ain't shit (Huh) Dropped out, spent a half a million on my whip (Yeah, ooh) Dropped out, and I ain't never had a job (Wow)

You and me together Take on the world forever I know all your secrets And I promise you I'm gonna keep them I'll be there when you are feeling clueless You and me, oh yeah we're seamless Good morning, you're leaving I'll see you in the evening My best

I'm be fresh as hell if the Feds watching (yeah) Drop top, head bopping Tomorrow, tomorrow (tomorrow, tomorrow) talkin' right now I'm be fresh as hell if the Feds watching (tell 'em) Ooh ooh ooh tomorrow, tomorrow (tomorrow, tomorrow) Tomorrow, tomorrow

Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah If you lookin' for me, you can find me in the Guinness Book All these cars, all these stars, all around me (super high) Put your eye to the sky, that's where you'll find me 'Cause we are, we are, super high I wanna buy my bitch every

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-o, I'm a wild boy, fuck an eighth I need o's I'm a wild boy, I'ma I'ma wild boy There he go that's John Doe Yeah bitch yeah bitch I'm with Steve-o This liquor got the best of me Yeah Cobain's back

You're the only one that makes me wait all the time Oh, yeah, you blow my mind Boom, boom, you blow my mind You're doin' damage You're the only one that gets under my skin You're the only one that makes me feel some type of way That nobody's ever did, oh

Look how they shine for you Look at the stars Oh yeah your skin and bones Turn into something beautiful And everything you do Yeah they were all yellow I came along I wrote a song for you And all the things you do

Little hottie swingin' up in the swing No cover charge, get in for free Chillin' on a back porch, oh yeah Them good ol' boys pickin' six string Woah oh oh, leave your trouble at the door Woah oh oh, chillin' on a back porch No last call, let's party on