[Intro]
Ya, ya-ya-ya (Ya, ya)
Ya, ya-ya-ya (Ya, ya)
Ya, ya-ya-ya (Ya, ya)
(Groovy, everywhere)
Yeah, ey

[Chorus: Jay Park]
If you don't know by now man we don’t fuck around
(We don't fuck around)
They taking shots but we ain't ducking down
(We ain’t ducking down)
Ain't no marathon but we run the town
All I wanna do is make my mama proud
(Make my mama proud)

[Verse 1: Jay Park]
You think I'm popping' I ain't even get it started yet
Rest in Paradise to the dearly departed yes
Your girl want this Asian boy I'm just being honest, blessed
I'm thinking 'bout my moves till I lay my head to rest
When I go look in the mirror (Hoo)
All that I’m seeing is fresh (Fresh)
Ain’t no DJ Khaled here
But they still know we the best (Best)
I'm only seen speaking the truth (Truth)
With a lion tatted all on my chest
Feeling so stressed
Your chick obsessed
With me so you trying to flex (Fle-flex)
Givenchy button up I took it to the dryer (Dryer)
I’ll cut these chickies off man I'mma get the pliers (Pliers)
Couple bottle Ace's on my rider (Rider)
We took it this far but man we gon' take it h1ghr (h1ghr, h1ghr)
Thank God, thank God the world is feeling me
Draped all, draped all up in these silky sheets
Fake love, fake love you just ain’t real to me
The third strike my life, this shit a trilogy
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