They don't know, they don't know, they don't know, they don't know about us They don't know, they don't know, they don't know about what we do That it's true Thinking of all this but I'm good, if I've got you The wind on my pony, top-down, alright So

Nana-na nana ah Baby let me hear you loud Come on get loud loud let it out Shout it out from the rooftops Show me everything that you've got Come on get loud loud, let it out Come on get loud 'til they shut us down (I've been looking for the one tonight)

Baby, come give me something new (Ooh) 'Cause I can't stop loving (Oh yeah) Since I got a taste of your love (Oh yeah) Baby, come give me something new (Ooh, woah) Right now, I'm down I be with the Hitmaker Goddamn, you know who I am Try to be on the

All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down Screaming like ayo Fuck 'em both like ayo I'm a bougie ass nigga left the roof at home But don't be acting like I need you I'ma take her ass down when she bring her friend around We popping like

(I got to keep movin', I can't stop) (Can't slow down) You see I (can't slow down) No I (can't slow down) Ooh girl I'm all fired up. I know what's on your mind. You feel you're wasting time. want to talk about it? You feel there's something wrong.

Why won't you stop now? You got my heart now And you got my heart now Oh I've been knocked down by you Knocked down, knocked down Knocked down You've been here before, surrounded in the cold You take me to places I've never known And you push me to

I got my top down on my whip Her hair blowing in the wind I got my shades on cause I'm bent She roll it up with no stem I got my Louis bags duffled up Fuck with the squad and throw it up I got my top down, speakers bump See me when I pull it up Gucci bag

Somewhere nice we can be alone Don't be sad when the sun goes down You'll wake up and I'm not around We'll still have the summer after all Hey there summer boy Let's get lost you can take me home Bikini tops, coming off Ive got to go oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Clear that shit. Don't stop until the green is gone and your thumb gets hot. You gotta breath in deep, recollect your thoughts because it's time to take this shot. Raise your drinks, raise your lighters it's about to go down. We can sleep in the morning,

We'll be road trippin' rollin' with the top down, southbound Getting wild, raising hell, and leaving this town In a tank top gonna let the guns out, all about rockin' that farmers tan Got the Chev going seventy , all the girls looking heavenly Like there