Well it don't get No better than this We got the sunshine on our face Moonshine on our lips Well around here This is as good as it gets Everybody take a sip Yeah it don't get better than this We got the summertime with my friends

Forget about the price tag It's not about the money, money, money We don't need your money, money, money We just wanna make the world dance Wanna make the world dance Ain't about the ha cha-ching cha-ching Ain't about the yeah ba-bling ba-bling Everybody

Mi tek weh yuh virginity Yeah yeah yeah you took my So sing for me Memba di fus fuck Memba di first time pussy hurt up Push in a inch it buck and it stuck Yuh run off a cocky and yuh get up and cut Memba di two drop a blood pon yuh frock

And we're just getting started tonight We ain't even turned up the radio Ain't been two miles down the road The way you look at me baby I don't know If we even gonna make it to the party Yeah we gotta whole lot of moon light left Already having the time

We can get there We can do it if we try We can go together It doesn't really matter You know that I love you Put no one else above you Yeah we gon' get it

(You're on fire) (You're on fire) Yeah That's how you know you're on a roll 'Cause when you're hot, it's like you're burning up everyone else's cold You need to stop, drop, and roll 'Cause when you say the shit to get the whole hip-hop shop to blow You

Sex me, don't caress me I'm good, I don't wanna be your bestie She like, "Wet me like a jet-ski" Get flee in a white tee You can't be my wifey, you're just like me Beat her to it, I'ma do it if she let me, yeah Two hundred on my neck, it get icy, yeah

It's real people Yeah, yeah, you know how me and 'Ye do Real People walk in the streets, the streets is talkin' Often it's beef this city never does People walk and talk in they sleep Cold sweats and wet dreams On how to get green our faith is all in a

Remember cuddles in the kitchen Yeah, to get things off the ground And it was up, up and away That on a day like today when you're all argumentative And you've got the face on Oh, but it's right hard to remember Now then Mardy Bum I see your frown And

Weekends here, good God almighty, Yeah, yeah, yeah... But we just punched out and its paycheck Friday, Yeah the big boss man, he likes to crack that whip I ain't nothing but a number on his time card slip, I give him forty hours and a piece of my soul,