You'll find another life to live I know that you'll get over it She's sippin' Moet, and yeahyeah I swear it gets her wetter My Louboutins new, so my bottoms, they is redder No I'm not a rat, but I'm all about my cheddar Just talked to your homie, she said we

Best summer ever Wheels and waves, surf and shades Rocking every night and day Like shakes and fries, wet and dry It all adds up to feel like The best summer ever, yeah It's been the best summer ever Sad to say our time's come to an end But it's just

It's real people YeahYeah, yeah, you know how me and 'Ye do Real People walk in the streets, the streets is talkin' Often it's beef this city never does People walk and talk in they sleep Cold sweats and wet dreams On how to get green our faith is all in a

You nasty boy I got you breaking into a sweat Got you hot, bothered, and wet Nasty, naughty boy Oh baby, for all it's worth I swear I'll be the first to blow your mind Put your icing on my cake Come here, big boy Ah, mm, yeah

Keep yo legs up I keep you wetter Girl, keep yo legs up I know you fed up, I do it better Let a nigga inside, yeah, let a nigga inside tonight Let a nigga inside, let a nigga inside tonight I'll fuck you right, I will I'll fuck you right, I will (I will)

Standin' outside, y'all It's raining, children Gettin' soaking wet And it's raining, y'all Been put out, y'all Nowhere to go, children People all ask me, son Tell me what's wrong with you Tell 'em I've been sick, y'all, yeah

Wet, wet, wet, wet Wet, wet, oh baby Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby) I'm just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby) Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby), oh baby Wet, wet, wet, wet (yeah) Bitch, you outta line, why you waste my time?

You'll find another life to live That's true, that's right She's sipping Moet, and yeahyeah I swear it gets her wetter My Louboutins new, so my bottoms they is redder No I'm not a rat but I'm all about my cheddar Just talked to your homie she said we should

Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choo, that's on you (ha) New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, ha) Diamonds on my neck, frozen tears (tears) Bad bitches gettin' wet, here YeahYeah, don't call me 'til the checks clear (clear) Iced out (stylist), no stylist

Sex me, don't caress me I'm good, I don't wanna be your bestie She like, "Wet me like a jet-ski" Get flee in a white tee You can't be my wifey, you're just like me Beat her to it, I'ma do it if she let me, yeah Two hundred on my neck, it get icy, yeah