The World Is Yours
Let′s Go
Bitch, Dance, And Throw That Ass Up
Blunt's So Big, I Could Roll Ya Ass
So, Drop It, I Got My Bags
I Got Big Bands, You Need Your Racks
So, Do It, Go Stupid
Ass On Fat But Her Waist On Movin′
Got Three Racks, Just Spent On Shoes
And Whatchu Want? Bitch, I Ain't No Cupid (ay, Ay)
Bitch, Dance

Her Face Is A Eight, But Her Ass Ten
He Wants A Picture, But He Told His Girl To Ask Me
Leather Pants Got Me Feeling Like A Bad Bitch
I'm Still The Same, Rockin′ Since Back Then

Still On The Same Drugs But Way More
Beat Up Vans, I Got Taste Still
My New Crib Is Somewhere Where It′s Sunny Out
But I Spent 12 Bands On This Rain Coat

Always Off Of It, Forever Lockin' In
I′m Going Hard Again, Your Boyfriend Clockin' In
Black And White Chick, Mix Likе Dalmatian
My Momma Said I Spend Way Too Much On Me

Oh My God
15 Bitches In Thе Crib
So I Really Can′t Tell Nobody
I've Been On The Road, I Don′t Smoke
I Don't Motherfuckin' Broke
Bring It Back Down Like Bob Marley

Yeah, I′ve Been Doin′ Shows
If He Keeps On Asking For A Feature
I'ma Keep On Saying, "Mm, Prolly"
Bitch, We On Go, We Ain′t Pullin' Up To No Function
But This Song Got Hoes Dancin′ At The Party (party, Party)

Bitch, Dance, And Throw That Ass Up
Blunt's So Big, I Could Roll Ya Ass
So, Drop It, I Got My Bags Up, Up
I Got Big Bands, You Need Your Racks Up
So, Do It, Go Stupid
Ass On Fat But Her Waist On Movin′
Got Three Racks, Just Spent On Shoes
And Whatchu Want? Bitch, I Ain't No Cupid (ay, Ay)
Bitch, Dance

Blunt Filled With OJ
Coke In The Nose Ring
She Said She In Love, Yeah, But I'ma Tell Her, "No Way"
2016, I Was Riding With A Low Fade
2016, I Was Rockin′ Hella No Face

If She Don′t Give Me Face In The Back Of The Vehicle
I'ma Take The Commas, Boy, You Can Keep The Decimals
Naked Bitches Scream, I Be Adding Up The Decibels
Let Me See You Dance, Shush It Out, Miss Incredible (baby)

What′s Your Name? I Didn't Catch It
Oh, You From Brooklyn? Like The Magic?
Oh, Your Friends Said That I′m Active?
Baby, I Don't Know Jack Like Cactus

Sippin′ Cacti On The White Claw
She My Angel In That White Cloth
Sniffin' White Lines, Then I Mile Off
Tell 'em White Lies, Just From My Car

I Said I Think That I′m On Some Shit
Let Me See You Go Left, Right, Up, Down On My Dick
I′m So Sorry, But, I'm So High, I Must Admit
Tell Me Your Name One More Time, I Won′t Forget

Bitch, Dance, And Throw That Ass Up
Blunt's So Big, I Could Roll Ya Ass
So, Drop It, I Got My Bags Up
I Got Big Bands, You Need Your Racks Up
So, Do It, Go Stupid
Ass On Fat But Her Waist On Movin′
Got Three Racks, Just Spent On Shoes
And Whatchu Want? Bitch, I Ain't No Cupid (ay, Ay)

Bitch Dance, And Throw That Ass Up
Blunt′s So Big, I Could Roll Your Ass
So Drop It, I Got My Bags Up
I Got Big Bands, You Need Your Racks Up
So Do It, Go Stupid
Ass On Fat But Her Waist On Movin'
Got Three Racks Just Spent On Shoes
And Whatchu Want? Bitch I Ain't No Cupid
Bitch Dance (bitch Dance)