Wild like wild life I'm not done yet, pass me the bottle It's two AM, let's hit the throttle Drink in my cup, hands going up Let's hit the dance floor and get I could show you how to live the wild life (wild life) Yeah, no telling what I might do When

A game change, I’m on the roll Yeah we’re winning again, I’m on the roll Dealer hit me again Hit me again, dealer hit me again Baby your winning hand Like a gambling man Who has no trace of luck I roam these streets on the wheel Till you came along

Money is the mission, it's skrilla over bitches Pull up on her and she make a decision to get in Yeah, your girl hella talkative 'round rich niggas Room full of hittas and you squares can't get in Movin' through the air, eatin' shrimp in the Gulf Stream

Yeah, like swoosh Now how ya like me now Yeah, and we smoke that kush Yeah, that kush Yeah, and we ball like swoosh Yeah, now how ya like me now Got the shit goin' till six Press a button, watch the motherfucker do tricks

Ain't enough (ain't enough) Sauce it up (sauce it up) Do too much (do too much) Where you from? (Where you from?) Goin' nuts (yeah) Sauce it up, ayy Throw it up (throw that shit up) Throw it up (throw it up)

Swervin', hit them curbs on 'em, curbs on 'em, yeah In the coupe like a bird on 'em, bird on 'em, yeah Said my lil' baby swerve on 'em, swerve on 'em, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah And my lil' baby swerve on 'em, swerve on 'em, yeah She

Outside, cocaine white, body look like Gentiles (Gentiles) Emotional, 'motional, 'motional, 'motional Why you emotional? Why you emotional? Ah, bitch, you emotional, yeah Big shot, hol' up, wait, peanut butter insides (no) Big shot, big shot, (hol' on,

'Cause I'm the queen of the night The queen of the night Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah I've got the stuff that you want I've got the thing that you need I've got more than enough To make you drop to your knees Don't make no difference if I'm wrong or I'm

Quarter million dollars all on my skin Tote this F&N like I got license Fuck stop signs and red lights, I don't do no stoppin' Jump off the tightrope, I'm tryna dive in Yeah, cook that shit up Quay Ain't been in the studio for like three or four weeks

She kill me with the coo-coochie-coochie-coo Yeah, girl, you knock me out See what you do Perfect hit to the dome, dammit babe I’m out for the count You knock me right out Kill me with the coo-coochie-coochie-coo It cuts right on my eye, yeah it hurt,