Ain't no way we're going home Yeah, so let's go Yeah, let's go We can do what you wanna do What you wanna do Baby, we can do better Baby we're going, baby we're going Let's stay on the run forever

Yeah, heel, toe, docie do Come on baby, let's go boot scootin' Oh Cadillac, Blackjack, baby meet me out back We're gonna boogie Oh, get down, turn around, go to town Boot scootin' boogie Out in the country Past the city limits sign Well there's a honky

Some people think I'm crazy, ohhh ahhh They think this paper changed me I'm glad to see another summer I got to thank the one above us Glad to see another summer Glad to see another summer, yeah Young Renzel, let's get it Look me in my eyes and tell me

Yeah I want you to be mine Stand up in the club Come on let's go Let's start the show 'Cause I want you to be mine She want me to come He want me to go And if you wanna fight And I want you to come

Yeah, I love them strippers In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine So when I back back, I'm fronting on you niggas Let's play big bank take little bank You are looking at a shark in a fish tank When I'm in the kitchen, I make plenty cash Tell

Don't care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage Miley Cyrus, catchin' bodies Don't care, that pussy got some mileage, mileage Ooh yeah, Miley, Miley yeah, let's get it Ooh, Miley Cyrus Ooh yeah, Miley Cyrus Wayne's World

Yeah yeah yeah Hey baby, it's good to see you again This party's rockin' let's get you jumpstarted And get you a drink I love that haggard t-shirt you got on The way you're singin along, shaking that thing Right about now all I wanna say is Look at you

Alright, nigga, no more fun and games, let's go (oh fuck) You, you set the standard for (what, me?) the future generation Liar, yeah, listen Slum village with the feeling, get a beat I bet you I'ma kill it (kill it) Huh, you ain't ready for the realest

Get 'em up high, get 'em up high (Ohh!) Yeah (let's go!) I said once upon a time in a city that's mine There was a nigga named Nickel that spit like Big in his prime He got a fifty two box, original tick in the mind Listenin to 'Pac and them drop with a

I hate love songs (I hate love songs) Yeah, I really do (I really do) But I love you I hate Shakespeare and Gosling and cakes with white frosting Two names in a heart-shaped tattoo I think cupid is stupid and violets are purple not blue I hate catching