Fiesta, fiesta While y'all gotta club date, I'm fuckin' wit arenas Gotcha man sayin' "Kelly have you seen her?" Yeah she wit me on the low Gettin' high off the 'dro, got her knees on the flo' After the show it's the after party then After the party it's

Give me somethin' to ride to And forget about life to The kind you wanna get high to Lay back in the night to Yeah used to be dance songs Slow jams and romance songs But now that she's gone and the radio's on Yeah I just want one that don't sing about

she gets the best of everything i've got a society woman yes i got a society woman she lives in luxury but she keeps me in the strings well she want to be a cover girl and make headlines in the news she eats steaks and chicken i eat plain old kidney stew

Give me somethin' to ride to And forget about life to The kind you wanna get high to Lay back in the night to Yeah used to be dance songs Slow jams and romance songs But now that she's gone and the radio's on Yeah I just want one that don't sing about

Give me somethin' to ride to And forget about life to The kind you wanna get high to Lay back in the night to Yeah used to be dance songs Slow jams and romance songs But now that she's gone and the radio's on Yeah I just want one that don't sing about

With a bad bitch, she fuck me like a porn star (like a porn star) We be blowin' cash quick (blow that shit) like it's no tomorrow When we get so high, be so high, we might just go to Mars (yeah, yeah yeah yeah) Ice on my neck on 'em (bitch) Fast whips

I wanna see you bright (oh) Oh, I wanna see you bright (oh) I wanna see you I found my life in between shots and getting high The cage I was in fell away when she asked me to dance again I'm loving the colorway Surrounding your colored eyes She stays in

I could tell you want more She get lifted, she get stoney She get so high, she get stoned I'll take your eyes and see the moon Take your body to the ocean I'll supply you with the potent I could tell you wanna go Baby, tell me where we goin'

My mother said to get things done You'd better not mess with major tom Ashes to ashes, funk to funky We know major tom's a junkie Strung out in heaven's high Hitting an all-time low Do you remember a guy that's been In such an early song I've heard a

Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you Ayo, I'm tired of using technology Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it Ooh, she wants it, uh uh (so), I got to give it to her Baby this a new age, you like my new craze Let's get together