[Verse 1: Ghetts]
Warning, warning, warning
I get it on from when I walked in
New creps, none of my creps are worn in
But they won't look like this in the morning
I'm like watch your step look down below
I just wanna dance and drink alcohol
But man agwarn like Al Capone, that's cool

[Verse 2: J2K]
Yo
I go extra hard with the card, credit I'm hype
Peak in, I swipe 'til everyone's nice
Sip sip, 'til I get sick to my eyes
Dargs dem, full up in the corner
Pull up on the order, there's something for everyone's type
Wow...
But there's something that everyone likes
You love a little piece of the life

[Chorus: Bashy]
Over here!
We got enough dough, droe, bottles of moet all over here!
And got 'nough jewels, goons, tools and you'll be over scared!
We got chicks, drinks, we ain't no pricks over here
Rave over where?
OK then we're over there!
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