Pull up drop top with a eater (skrrt) two seater (skrrt) New bitch wanna fuck to my AP (AP, ice) new freezer (ice) I woke up thinkin' 'bout bands (bands) Pull up drop top with a eater (yeah) two seater (skrrt, skrrt) My bitch too foreign, need a visa

I know it can't be right When Lenin was little All the birds in the forest were singing 'Man, this is it!' But now that he's older All the sailors in the heaver are screamin "Abandon Ship" But I just smile instead Of repeating what I said

You bring me sun, sun, sun, sunshine Come over, come over Come over, c-come over Sun, sun, sun, sunshine Girl come over Me want you closer I'm tired of the rainy days So before the night's over I want you to know that

All my niggas turn to Rambo or commando We the first ones that came up with the bando Talking ‘bout you got the Act but what they goin’ for I’m bout to start extorting niggas for that Migo flow We the ones that really came in with the kicking doors Same

Get more bottles, these bottles are lonely It's a moment when I show up, got 'em sayin', "Wow" (Wow, wow) Hunnid bands in my pocket, it's on me (on me) Said she tired of lil' money, need a big boy Pull up twenty inch blades like I'm Lil' Troy Now it's

Won't you come along with me To the Mississippi We'll take a boat to the land of dreams Steam down the river, down to New Orleans The band's there to meet us Old friends there to greet us Where all the proud and elite folks meet Heaven on earth, they

It's like a butterfly in a hurricane My chances with you are a million to one It's like candle lights in the pouring rain It's like fireflies gathered on the sun Like a driftwood on an ocean wave That gets tossed and turned like you're doing to me I was

Strike up the band Don't you move Oh, the conductor is beckoning Come, congregation, and let's sing it like you mean it No, don't you get it, don't you get it now Douse the lights Just stay where I can see you We sure are in for a show tonight Give us

First I drop my top aye, then I swerve my coupe aye Counting all these bands aye, who the fuck are you aye Why you walk so cool aye, thousand dollar shoes aye Hunnid on my jewels aye, I got all these groupies Brittney turned me to a slut Who the fuck are

This party, this party wasn't over Somebody, somebody should've told her Hands up in the air, still swaying That band she loves still playing She had this old boy from the boondocks Sweet talking, walking on moon rocks I wish somebody would've told her