Ooo

It's a party bring Barcadi
White bitches they give me sloppy
It's a christmas party
You got every reason to get naughty (Shake that ass)
Stay with the ice like it's hockey (Bling!)
My wrist is looking to rocky
Yo b*tch she gonna top me
I swear to God man they can't stop me (Man what?)
Im falling to bad habits
I commit like everyday
The steak & shrimp is on my plate
Latina b*tch she on the way
Like "ándale"
Ain't sh*t you gon do that's gon come bother me
F*ck that n*gga get that skrilla
Thats just what my father say (Get that cash!)
She fall in love
Just call her cupid
Sike call her stupid
Ride hoopty
I might f*ck a groupie
My shoes is new Gucci
3500 for my sweater
Catch me flexing in margielas (Cash)
I f*cked her she said my d*ck better
Jewelry on in any weather
Slide in coupe
She give me tooth
I give her the boot (Uh-Uh)
That's not what we do
I called her back (Why?)
Cause she was too cute
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Ooo Ooo

Pink moscato out the bottle
New porsche full throttle
I might just f*ck a model
Writing history, Aristotle
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I pour a four on the ice
And mix it with Sprite
Model b*tches taking flights
Think she spending the night
B*tch you trippin
What you sippin'?
You taking a hike
Cause if my b*tch catch yo ass
Then gon be a fight
Smoking cookies in the hills
I swear i'm living the life
He think he's b*tch ten toes down
But i be d*cking his wife
She ride me like a bike
Showing titties on skype
Making movies like Spike
I think she loving the pipe

Give me the loot
I keep the 9 in my boot



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Writer(s): Khalil Lewis
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