We're in good company Is a pretty girl sitting next to me Kissing up on me, and I got a spot waiting on you Yeah, the only thing missing So B.Y.O.B, it means bring yourself over, babe Got what we need to make good vibes, good times And a damn good memory

Hello, hello (hola) All of this, all of this can be yours I'm at a place called Vertigo (¿dónde está?) It's everything I wish I didn't know Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Unos, dos, tres, catorce Turn it up loud, captain Lights go down,

Got a Hennessy in my hand One more time 'fore I go Higher powers taking a hold on me I need a one dance 'Cause if you're down (back up, back up and) Baby, I like your style Ooh yeah, very long time Back up, back up, back up and wine it Where, where, where

This gon' be my year This my year This gon' be my year, my year, my year I'm rich as fuck Copped a Bentley truck Used to ride on that bus Yeah, my whole squad up We ain't ever gonna give up

And I know they know about each other I think these bitches tryna set me up Maybe I’m just paranoid Seen two of my bitches in the club Yeah, I’m paranoid, I’m trippin' I’ve been smoking, I’ve been sippin' I’m fuckin' 'round with two bitches But I never

You and your high horse To know that you ain't ever gonna come down So, why don't you giddy up, giddy up And ride straight out of this town 'Cause everyone knows someone who kills the buzz Every time they open up their mouth Yeah, everyone knows someone

Yeah I know we've come so far Let's take it back to where we first began They turned us strangers into closest friends Turn the page and see the wonder That's here for you and I, ha Was all so different once upon a time But now the spark we got won't

We'd drive too fast Yeah man, we run this town We'd get too loud Nothin’ but a bunch of time to kill Set up on the big hill Seventeen, we owned those streets That was our spot, that’s where we’d always meet And we’d roll on out

I didn't know, baby, I didn't know 'Cause I didn't know, baby, I didn't know But this time, this time Oh, I'm sorry Yeah, I'm sorry Alright, I admit it I fucked up this time, yeah, I did it Always arguing cause you a critic

Askin' 'bout these VV's, VV's, drippin' Couple real friends turned enemy Yeah yeah, I ain't comin' back Sometimes I sit down, wrist on gold I done made it without sellin' my soul Bad bitch layin' down in a robe Ask me how I made a mil' and didn't fold