Look at that sexy body I'mma make you my bu-bu-baby, make you my bu-bu-baby Make you my bu-bu-baby, make you my bu-bu-baby Look at that trunk in the back back I'mma get a lil bit ratchet 'Cause I never seen a girl like that You know I had to skrr, pull up up I

I'm the worlds greatest I'm that star up up in the sky I'm that mountain peak up up high I'm that little bit of hope When my back's against the ropes Hey I made it I can feel it Hey I made it, hmm I can feel it, hmm

Murda on the beat with the murder man Ben Simmons shake 'em with the left hand Steppin' on his dope like a step dad Too turnt up up, can't help that Shittin' on a hater no Ex-Lax Watch so dumb it got kept back back Bitch so thick, she can't help that 'Cause she

Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies Spend that money fast if I have to Make that money back back if I had you Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies (Straight up up!) I'mma need some more, need

When I spend the summer on you We were in love with the sun We were in love with the sun, sippin' on coke and rum Way head up up in the clouds but when I look back back now Ain't nothing else I would do Our troubles all under rocks Our troubles all under rocks,

My mummy dust (dust) My mummy dust In God you trust In God we trust I was carried on a wolf’s back back To corrupt humanity I will pummel it with opulence With corpulence and greed Your cavalier of crapulence

Honey, I'm home and I had a hard day Pour me a cold one and oh, by the way Rub my feet, gimme something to eat Fix me up up my favorite treat Honey, I'm back, my head's killing me I need to relax and watch TV Get off the phone, give the dog a bone Hey! Hey!

Going nowhere fast We've reached the climax We're together, now we're undone Won't commit so we choose to Do we separate? Oh Don't wanna give in so we both gave up up Can't take it back, it's too late, we've reached the climax

Com, commotion, Git, git, git, gone Traffic in the city turns my head around No, no, no, no, no. Backed up up on the freeway, backed up up in the church, Everywhere you look there's a frown, frown People keep atalkin', they don't say a word Jaw, jaw, jaw, jaw,

Better not look down If you want to keep on flying Put the hammer down Keep it full speed ahead Better not look back back Or you might just wind up up crying You can keep it moving If you don´t look down Along in the chorus of this song