(Verse 1: B.o.B)
She was already on deck fore I even met her
Young B.o.B in the building looking like Hugh Hefner on these heffers
Mann somebody, better tell'er
I don't care what's on yo mind, I just want yo cerebellum
Yea and my team stay down through the stormy weather
Back when we was hustling and nobody would help us
Now we poppin bottles man, now we top shelfers
We just knew that we would make it man, nobody could tell us nothing better
Nothing a fortune teller couldn't tell us
As a youngin I never really cared for Christmas carols
Now when you see my apparel I got several different levels
Look at my wrist, bitch it's levels to these bezels
This whip is mine but I drive it like I stole it
Flying down the interstate, lighting up a stroker
Hustle Gang on that mob shit, bring me my candles
Beating up the box, call me Oscar de la Hoya
(Verse 2: August Alsina)
I had one, two, three too many
I'm fucked up, four chicks with me
I'm loud, took about 5 shots
6 bottles I just copped
Twisted, turnt up, 24/7
Thats more bad bitches I'm getting
They know I hit em and quit em
And go past what they came here for
Baby can I see you make yo ass drop?
I'mma let the Rose bottles pop
I'mma sip this Roc, baby don't stop
Cause yo body on fire, you too hot
She was already on deck fore I even met her
Young B.o.B in the building looking like Hugh Hefner on these heffers
Mann somebody, better tell'er
I don't care what's on yo mind, I just want yo cerebellum
Yea and my team stay down through the stormy weather
Back when we was hustling and nobody would help us
Now we poppin bottles man, now we top shelfers
We just knew that we would make it man, nobody could tell us nothing better
Nothing a fortune teller couldn't tell us
As a youngin I never really cared for Christmas carols
Now when you see my apparel I got several different levels
Look at my wrist, bitch it's levels to these bezels
This whip is mine but I drive it like I stole it
Flying down the interstate, lighting up a stroker
Hustle Gang on that mob shit, bring me my candles
Beating up the box, call me Oscar de la Hoya
(Verse 2: August Alsina)
I had one, two, three too many
I'm fucked up, four chicks with me
I'm loud, took about 5 shots
6 bottles I just copped
Twisted, turnt up, 24/7
Thats more bad bitches I'm getting
They know I hit em and quit em
And go past what they came here for
Baby can I see you make yo ass drop?
I'mma let the Rose bottles pop
I'mma sip this Roc, baby don't stop
Cause yo body on fire, you too hot
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