Get your walk on, get your head tight I know you feelin the shit, shit is dead right Get your bounce on, back dat ass up Bitch pass me the bottle, fill your glass up (Yeah) I can drink a whole Henessey fifth Some call that a problem but I call it a gift

She gon' make you move to Miami She gon' make you She gon' make you move She'll leave you shook The way she dance Uh yeah, yeah! (Yeah) She moving like a gypsy (gypsy, gypsy) Her body got me tipsy

And when I'm gone just carry on don't mourn Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice, just know that I'm lookin' down on you smilin' And I didn't feel a thing so baby, don't feel no pain, just smile back Yeah, it's my life My own words, I guess

Yeah I said so, so who drove him? That shit crazy, man Who drove him to the hospital? 'Cause I'm in here trying to make a love song and shit Like I get this bad news I just got the call before I heard the beat They just shot my dog like why it had to be

Women, beautiful women (Y-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah) Women, God-given women The reason we're livin' And lovin' this life, hallelujah We're all better off with 'em Oh (oh), so (so) beautiful

I got, yeah I got plenty whoadie I got hittas whoadie Tell 'em bring my car around Yeah I got plenty whoadie Goddamn, these snitches nosy Is it true you performed with Willie Nelson at the Country Music Awards? I don't know, but I know I did perform at

Don't cry for me In case you think I've changed and I'm different I'm not keeping you at a distance So have a thought for me, yeah Hold down this thought for me, yeah Remember the time before things changed? Back in the day Everything can stay the same

Get your sexy on (go 'head be gone with it) I'm bringin' sexy back (yeah) Come here girl (go 'head be gone with it) Come to the back (go 'head be gone with it) VIP (go 'head be gone with it) Drinks on me (go 'head be gone with it) Let me see what you're

Working my money 'til I get gold Monday-Friday mornin' When I get it, I ain't ever goin' back again 'Cause I can't get enough One hundred percent, yeah, pure grindin' Cause I can't get enough Started out with nothing and I still got most of that The

Blowin' me up, you been wildin' Gotta put my phone on silent Said, my bad We were cool, yeah, we was vibin' So my, my, my bad We was cool, yeah, we was vibin' So my, my, my, my bad Gave you all the signs Gave you all of my time, my love