Woo hoo, all the windows down Woo hoo, when I'm rolling through your town (Woo hoo) Saying yeah yeah I can feel it in the air that it's on tonight I don't really care if it's wrong or right Petal to the metal baby hold me tight Anything you want I can

I choose you, I choose you I choose you, to be by my side I choose you, to hold me at night It's the biggest decision I'm about to get right When we're born into this world We don't really get to say Little boys and little girls handed the brand new

End of discussion I went from nothing to something I want them real deal hunnids Ooh, she a blondie, look like Kehlani Pussy tsunami Ain't talkin' no money, it's nothing Big bag, truckload (huh) I'm in her throat (throat) Plug call, I finesse for the

I'm hangin' halfway off the balcony Overthinkin' 'cause my job is way more than a salary Everything around me gold like I just practiced alchemy I realized when it comes to girls That chemistry means way more than anatomy She mad at me, she been mad at

Don't make the good girls go bad You don't really love her Please don't do it Since Big ain't here, I'm about to do it for T'yanna And put roses on the grave of Kanye's mama This for all the lost girls locked up in the pen All the girls that hold it

A big black wide gorilla Like a dreadful mighty killer Well I was looking at a movie on the TV last night Then I had a very funny notion, yeah I really had to write a song about it And then I'm gonna sing it with my rock 'n roll band And I bet the people

This is my walk on the moon. I'm alive, I've got one shot and I'm taking it to you. I'm alive, I've come to realize not a moment too soon I'm alive, I've got one shot, and I'm taking it to you. Is it just me, or a message from above? Bells are ringing,

Yeah, I'm a shy young man with a real big heart I still haven't found where I belong But you know, my sweet Lord gave me just one thing, darling I know how to write one hell of a song Yeah, I know how to write one hell of a song This is what the Lord

Too much juice, too much sauce Juice, sauce Ayy, when it's real, only money change Too much drip, too much clout Too much sauce I be foolin’ with my hooligans that Ruger bought Big rocks, spaceship, superstars (star) Actin' like they want smoke, we got

Your boy boy b-b-b-b-b-boyfriend Looking for a All I really want is to be your Don't be scared to come put your trust in me Can't you see all I really want to be Is your boyfriend Can't fight that Knock me down you know I'm coming right back