I just want to ball like the big league I just want a nice house on the shore I just want a big house like Gatsby So catch me if you can I'm chasing after my dreams I want to be the man 'Cause I don't want to worry no more I don't want to worry no more

'Cause I ain't never seen a country boy with tires on his truck this high I said climb on up but honey watch the cup That I'm spitting my dip inside and hold on tight 'Cause it's gonna be wilder than any eight second ride Well I said hey girl what's your

I made a million on that corner I mixed perico with baking soda I graduated from the streets, no diploma Going Donald Trump numbers on the corner Graduated from the streets, no diploma No, no, no, no, no, no These hoes, they like niggas that spend money,

A 200 millas en un jetski, ¡eh! Si tú quieres te lo meto aquí, ¡eh! Debajo del sol, debajo del sol, ¡eh! Eh-eh, Diplo Yeh-yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Debajo del sol, debajo del sol, ¡eyh! Tempranito en la mañana, morning

Wrist, drip, 44's tip On my wrist, tip, four tip Wrist drip, 44's tip Wrist, tip, four, tip Wrist, drip, wrist, dip Wrist, drip, wrist, drippin' and drippin' Wrist skrr, skrr tip, four tip, wrist Drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin',

Rock it 'til waterfalls Climb until you reach my peak babe, the peak, the peak And reach right into the bottom of my fountain Then dip me under where you can feel my river flowing flow Hold me 'til I scream for air to breathe Send all your sins all over

Drop like an earthquake My flow drops like an earthquake earthquake, earthquake, Earthquake, earthquake, earthquake I make that ass shake, ass shake, ass shake, Ass shake, ass shake, ass shake, ass shake It's time to deveastate, devastate, deveastate,

Hit that perfect beat boy Beat boy, beat boy Hit that perfect, hit that perfect Pump it uh! Yo pump it uh uh! Yo pump it uh! Lick it, dip it, twist it, turn it Lick it, dip it, twist it, turn it, stick it, dunk it P-p-p-p-pump it!

Volare, oh, oh Cantare, oh, oh, oh, oh Nel blu, dipinto di blu Felice di stare lassù Una musica dolce suonava soltanto per me Penso che un sogno così non ritorni mai più Volare, volare, volare, volare, volare, volare Volare, ooh (volare, volare, volare,

Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes Ride, slide, dipping low Ride, slide, smoke control What you gonna do when the shit goes down? Six misfits rolling through your hometown 'Cause we ride, slide, so hit the floor When the streets grow cold and my