[Intro: B.o.B, August Alsina, & YG]
Ya, bands, Mustard on that beat, ho (Drink until you go numb)
Yo', all is what it is, pimp, haha (Go numb, go numb, go numb)
Smoke until you go numb (Go numb, go numb)
Yo', ah, yo', yo' (Go numb, turnt)
[Verse 1: B.o.B]
She was already on deck 'fore I ever met her (Yeah)
Young B.o.B in the buildin' lookin' like Hugh Hefner on these heifers (Ahh)
Man, I swear, somebody better tell her (What?)
I don't care what's on your mind, I just want your cerebellum (What? What?)
Yeah, but my team stay down through the stormy weather
Back when we was hustlin' and nobody would help us (What?)
Now we poppin' bottles, man, now we top shelfers (Yeah)
We just knew that we would make it, man, nobody could tell us nothin' better (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Nothin' a fortune-teller couldn't tell us (Yeah)
As a youngin, I never really cared for Christmas carols (Ahh)
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 (Whip it)
Flyin' down the interstate, lightin' up a stogie (What? What? Huh?)
Hustle Gang on that mob shit, bring me my canollis (Nollis)
Beatin' up the bars, 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 five shots, six bottles I just copped
Twisted, turnt up, 24/7, that's more bad bitches I'm gettin'
They know I hit 'em and quit 'em and go, that's what they came here for
Baby, can I see you make yo' ass drop? (Ass drop)
I'ma let the Rosé bottles pop (Pop)
I'ma sip this 'Roc, baby, don't stop (D-d-d-don't stop)
'Cause yo' body on fire, you too hot
Ya, bands, Mustard on that beat, ho (Drink until you go numb)
Yo', all is what it is, pimp, haha (Go numb, go numb, go numb)
Smoke until you go numb (Go numb, go numb)
Yo', ah, yo', yo' (Go numb, turnt)
[Verse 1: B.o.B]
She was already on deck 'fore I ever met her (Yeah)
Young B.o.B in the buildin' lookin' like Hugh Hefner on these heifers (Ahh)
Man, I swear, somebody better tell her (What?)
I don't care what's on your mind, I just want your cerebellum (What? What?)
Yeah, but my team stay down through the stormy weather
Back when we was hustlin' and nobody would help us (What?)
Now we poppin' bottles, man, now we top shelfers (Yeah)
We just knew that we would make it, man, nobody could tell us nothin' better (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Nothin' a fortune-teller couldn't tell us (Yeah)
As a youngin, I never really cared for Christmas carols (Ahh)
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 (Whip it)
Flyin' down the interstate, lightin' up a stogie (What? What? Huh?)
Hustle Gang on that mob shit, bring me my canollis (Nollis)
Beatin' up the bars, 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 five shots, six bottles I just copped
Twisted, turnt up, 24/7, that's more bad bitches I'm gettin'
They know I hit 'em and quit 'em and go, that's what they came here for
Baby, can I see you make yo' ass drop? (Ass drop)
I'ma let the Rosé bottles pop (Pop)
I'ma sip this 'Roc, baby, don't stop (D-d-d-don't stop)
'Cause yo' body on fire, you too hot
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