On my way

You wanna hear somethin Turn me up Turn me up Turn me up Pull up to the spot like If the head game tight I'ma pull up every night Outta town, count stacks, book flights I ain't never coming back If the head game tight I'ma pull up every night Outta town, count stacks, book flights I ain't never coming back B Pat I can never lose the juice Spin the block on him like a Rubik's cube Hit a baby mama, eat a Danimal after Not your average white boy, I'm an animal cracker White sand beach, look incredible, wow In a drop top, eating General Tso Rich bitch slayer, bring Jennifer out Getting brain on the plane, got my head in the clouds She don't like to dance, till she had a couple drinks Then I pull her to the floor and she drop it like a freak I can rap it like I'm Wayne, I can rock it like I'm Blink All this California heat got her hotter than a mink Drop, drop, drop, drop I just fell in love with it I just want your stripper name, bitch, keep your government Pop, pop, pop, pop, do it out in public Like a hitchhiker, put my thumb in it, I had her like If the head game tight I'ma pull up every night Out of town, count stacks, book flights, I ain't never coming back If the head game tight I'ma pull up every night Out of town, count stacks, book flights I ain't never coming back Through the country I'ma tip toe Feeling like I'm riff-raff, got a lot of drive too I should have a dispatch, happier than my ex don't rap She'd make a diss track I can see the money in the storm when it's pitch black Funny how I tour with a big bag Jolly St. Nick Took your chick seaside and we probably ate fish Out in Florida, she might be a hard six So I took her back to Michigan where she could be a 10 again I love life, this is such a nice world Said she wanna be my lover What are you, a Spice Girl If I mix the Henny with some light, then I might Earl If you mix tequila with the right girl, she might like girls Drop, drop, drop, drop, give me a second She keep sending me texts, but she ain't getting the message Pop, pop, pop, pop, bitch, bitch you look sexy Took two L's last night, Lissy and Lexi If the head game tight, I'ma pull up every night Out of town, count stacks, book flights I ain't never coming back If the head game tight, I'ma pull up every night Out of town, count stacks, book flights I ain't never coming back Feeling like I'm riff-raff, got a lot of drive too I should have a dispatch, happy that my ex don't rap She'd make a diss track I can see the money in the storm when it's pitch black Funny how I tore it with a big bag Jolly St. Nick took your chick seaside and we probably ate fish Out in Florida, she might be a hard six