Everything is nice Like the feeling's right, goin' on a high grade flight Thugs a proll out, girls a roll out Everything is nice, yeah Dis a fi di people dem a work hard All who gone to di morgue, R.I.P to a loved one I'm feeling high, champagne fly Work

Yeah, yeah pop out World Star with all of that fuck shit Yeah, uh, pop out Yeah, ha, pop out Yeah, pop out Yeah, yeah World Star Yeah, World Star

Exotic my cars and my broads and reefer, yeah They say it's cheaper to keep her, yeah Fuck it, I'm rich so I left her Shout out the plug, let me keep all that extra, yeah I just pulled up in a Tesla, yeah Pour me a four pop a Tuss', yeah Forty pointers

Pop a rubber band start countin' Buy everything on the counter Everything I got on designer Diamonds on me look like a fountain, yeah Gotta eat me a rapper today I forgot to eat man Smokin' out my brain cells Got the trap doin' numbers

When I pop that Perc', I can fuck that bitch, make her go (ah) Yeah, yeah, in the sheets Call the hotel lobby, tell 'em we need clean sheets Knock that pussy out, I kill it, tell it, "Rest in peace" And if it smell like water, fuck it, I'll kiss it to

Look how much youth deh a jail house Mi never haffi deh a road Look how much youth deh a grave yard Mi never haffi deh yah don’t Suh mi haffi give thanks, yeah Dray Island haffi give thanks, yeah Dinero haffi give thanks, yeah Tell the devil keep him

They asking bout me in the trap house They talking bout me in the trap house What the business is, stay up out of mine You know my sneakers foreign nigga (Juheard!) Yeah, bigger than life Big money poppin' boy Trap house, trap house Niggas mad that I

Oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang Oo-chie wally wally Oh yeah muthafucka that's that shit Ladies make it hot Thugs make it hot make it pop He really really really work my body He really really really turned me out

Yeah, suck me like a lollipop, baby girl Ride that dick and do the bunny hop, baby girl Nah, for real, dog, nah, for real, dog Ye ain't talkin' 'bout money, I ain't stayin', baby girl Ye ain't talkin' 'bout fuckin', I ain't stayin', baby girl Did that

(Stick that thang out) Some more Uh! uh! some more, skeezer Keep shaking that thang girl, Keep popping that thang girl Dance, too much booty in your pants Yeah, uh! uh! some more I said ain't nothing but tutti fruity Get on the floor if ya got that booty