[Verse 1: B.o.B]
She was already on deck 'fore I ever met her
Young Bob in the building looking like Hugh Hefner on these heffas
Man I swear somebody better tell her
I don’t care what’s on your mind I just want your cerebellum
Yea but 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, [bad word]  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 stougin'
Hustle Gang on that mob [bad word]  bring me my canoles
Beating up the bars, call me Oscar De La Hoya

[Verse 2: August Alsina]
I had one, two, three too many
I’m [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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

[Bridge: August Alsina]
I can’t feel my face
I’m so numb
I’m so wasted
So dumb
I’m [bad word] faced-ed
Just in case I don’t make it

[Hook]
Take my drink, [bad word] I’m buzzin'
Take my trees, [bad word] I’m gone
Take my keys, [bad word] it’s nothin'
One of these chicks is taking me home [x2]

[Verse 3: August Alsina]
That little red bone said she’s taking me home
Fine [bad word] friend said [bad word] along
Love in the morning, so I’m [bad word]  em strong
I’mma beat em to sleep then I’m gone in the morning
Hold up! I tell a [bad word] roll up
Before I gotta roll out all I do is turn up
Turn down [bad word] what, need another drink
Baby go and pour up, money hungover

So you know I gotta throw up the 'fetti
So that they know that I’m ready
To get em poppin' and droppin' the party never be stoppin'
Cause I be keepin' 'em rockin', you all these [bad word] be choosin'
Cause now they see that I’m winning like I’m allergic to losing and I..

[Bridge]

[Hook] [x2]

(Verse 4: Yo Gotti)
Gettin' high off the money, [bad word] yeah I made it
Just count a mill, [bad word] now I’m faded
Number one stunna boy, I feel like Baby
Shout out to the hood – ‘cause that’s who raised me
Hunnid bands in my pocket boy, that’s that kush
And shawty wanna [bad word] she gave me that look
Hustler of the year know [bad word] in the book
Pull up in the 'Rari, boy that's all it took
That’s a white out, it’s a night out
Putting money on the bar there just to bring the light out
I just wanna see your fire-works
Fifty bottles, that’s slight work
I’m in the club, turn up

[Hook] [x2]

[Outro]
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