Travel fast Imagine how it would be To be at the top Making cash money Go and tour all around the world Tell stories about all the young girls Have a blast

That girl is a real crowd pleaser Small world, all her friends know me Young bull livin' like an old geezer Release the cash, watch it fall slowly Frat girls still tryna get even Haters mad for whatever reason Smoke in the air, binge drinkin' They lose

She is the fighter from the streets Old men begging for pleasure by the young girls feet Oh, little princess will you suffer from defeat? Or escape the needle and make me fall? Now you can see her dancing You can see her dancing with me There was once a

That boy is a real pussy pleaser All that fetty but he never met Masika Tuck the chrome 22 in his sneaker El Chapo but he crazy like La Quica Young girls always lookin' for a soulmate But I shoulda listened to what momma told me Furry moon boots, shades

Fall off in the spot, every girl coming like a shark Hanging on my necklace, this ain't no ski resort Put that thing in park, I'ma let my fit pick you apart Glowing in the dark, pretty young girls on board Running with the marksmen, everything on point

Cry agony, cry agony Try honesty, try honesty Take on the whole world, fight with the young girls Die tragedy, die tragedy Hop in your dump truck, reverse for good luck Ride over me, ride over me Call me a cheapskate, come on for Pete's sake Forgive me

All you young wild girls Yeah, you young wild girls You make a mess of me You'll be the death of me, the death of me No matter what you do I'll always come back to you, come back to you All these roads steer me wrong But I still drive them all night

She is beautiful She looks good And it's true The girl is beautiful The girl's too young It's all coming back I can feel it I ain't got nothing to lose (Nothing to lose) Na na na na na na na na

Glory days, glory days Glory days in the wink of a young girl's eye Glory days well they'll pass you by Well alright oo yeah Well alright come on now I had a friend was a big baseball player Back in high school He could throw that speed ball by you Make

If all the young men Oh Sally, my dear It's you I'd be kissing She smiled and replied, "You don't know what you're missing" Were hares on the mountain How many young girls would take guns and go hunting? Were fish in the water How many young girls would