(Whoa)

Oh my god

(Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa)

Yea yea

(Whoa)

(Whoa)

(Whoa) (Whoa)

(Whoa)

Yea she wanna party with me

Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa

She wanna party with me

Yea she wanna party with me

Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa

She wanna party with me

Yea we rolling up to the club

Got a joint in my pocket yea we finna roll up

Can't trust any bitches cause these bitches show no love

Like one day I'm her man next day I'm a dub

Whoa whoa whoa whoa what the fuck happened

Thought I was your man baby girl I guess you capping

Wanted me for paper cause the bread i be stacking

Told me I was trash and that I should quit this rapping

But rapping's not enough

Man I need a blunt

Anything I could for another puff

Now I'm blowing up like I'm Ms.Puff

Your nigga talk shit but that nigga not tough

Like why they keep talking why they keep talking

Pull up to the party I'm off of the Molly they see my page they stalking

I'm driving the Rari I'm sipping Bacardi 12 at my door they knocking

No no no no no no no no