Who’s that chick? Who’s that chick? Beating like a disco drum Baby, I just wanna dance I don’t really care I just wanna dance I don’t really care care care (Feel it in the air yeah) Too cold for you to keep her. Too hot for you to leave her Feel the

Closer to the heart Closer to the heart Well closer to the heart, yeah And the men who hold high places Must be the ones who start To mold a new reality The blacksmith and the artist Reflect it in their art They forge their creativity

It's goin' down every weekend, yeah Malibu, top gone, everything for the weekend Summertime, bathin' suit, jump in the pool for the weekend I can make any bitch leave her man, just for the weekend She don't really know it's goin' down tonight (down

I've been thuggin' through my rainy days for days (Uh) I ain't really tryna hang today, today (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I need changes in a major way (Yeah, yeah, yeah), a way (Uh) I just pray I never fade away, away Nigga, I wear fur coats in the summer, nigga

Send for me I don't even really care about you no more Yeah, yeah, yeah Maybe you just need to send for me send for me Woo, woo, yeah (feel me up, feel me up) I don't even really love you

Pacin' back and forth in my mind Thinkin' is it really worth it sometimes, ooh You know it get hard when I'm four drinks in I just did too much Now I gotta live with my decisions I avoid none, yeah Can't deny what a body wants, ooh Can't deny what a body

Yeah, when I step in the spot, motherfuckers say "who that?" Big Bun B, but you already knew that Live from the state where they chop it and screw that You hatin' on the trill OG, where they do that? (for real!) Motherfuckers need to get off the dick,

Jamaica sunshine Place called Jamaica, Looking for a place to have a perfect vacation, If you really wanna have some fun Or even a honeymoon I know the place to make the perfect reservation, Come let me take you there soon, yeah To a place called

Either die or go to jail that's a hell of decision But I'm wrong and I know it my excuses unimportant I'm just trying to let you know that I ain't think I had a choice, for real Hey, the price of fame cost to much (yeah boy) Like these niggas talk to

He gets up real early on his mornin' drive Down to the office for his nine to five He drives a '94, two-tone, economy car He loves to tell the local bands down at the bar that he's the critic Yeah, I can hook you up, I know everybody, in the business He