Oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang Oo-chie wally wally Oh yeah muthafucka that's that shit Ladies make it hot Thugs make it hot make it pop He really really really work my body He really really really turned me out

They asking bout me in the trap house They talking bout me in the trap house What the business is, stay up out of mine You know my sneakers foreign nigga (Juheard!) Yeah, bigger than life Big money poppin' boy Trap house, trap house Niggas mad that I

Yeah, suck me like a lollipop, baby girl Ride that dick and do the bunny hop, baby girl Nah, for real, dog, nah, for real, dog Ye ain't talkin' 'bout money, I ain't stayin', baby girl Ye ain't talkin' 'bout fuckin', I ain't stayin', baby girl Did that

Yeah, I said it Yeah, I said it, babe Yeah, I said it (ooh yeah) I ain't tryin' to think about it, no Yeah, I said it, boy, get up inside it, uh I want you to homicide it Going slow and I want you to pop it uh And I think I kinda like ya

If you in here with your dawg, point your dawg out It's my dawg birthday, yeah (Birthday) Poppin' bottles, takin' shots of Patrón We gon' do this shit all night long If that's what you wanna do (Point your dawg out) (Tell 'em that's my dawg) If you in

Exotic my cars and my broads and reefer, yeah They say it's cheaper to keep her, yeah Fuck it, I'm rich so I left her Shout out the plug, let me keep all that extra, yeah I just pulled up in a Tesla, yeah Pour me a four pop a Tuss', yeah Forty pointers

Oh yeah, everybody grab a cold beer Pop it open, raise it up in the air Bump cans with your neighbor, yeah Here's to good ole boys and country girls everywhere Livin' loud, rockin' out to the sound of our favorite songs Y'all sing along, this night ain't

Yeah, yeah pop out World Star with all of that fuck shit Yeah, uh, pop out Yeah, ha, pop out Yeah, pop out Yeah, yeah World Star Yeah, World Star

Look how much youth deh a jail house Mi never haffi deh a road Look how much youth deh a grave yard Mi never haffi deh yah don’t Suh mi haffi give thanks, yeah Dray Island haffi give thanks, yeah Dinero haffi give thanks, yeah Tell the devil keep him

Everything is nice Like the feeling's right, goin' on a high grade flight Thugs a proll out, girls a roll out Everything is nice, yeah Dis a fi di people dem a work hard All who gone to di morgue, R.I.P to a loved one I'm feeling high, champagne fly Work