Chorus: Lord Tariq

Party all night fiesta forever

Getting cheddar whatever together whatever

Verse 1: Lord Tariq

One dres on the six I resurrect the willie hottest (dick)

I'm rich plotter on your daughter I'm magician cause I trick

And your man wanna flip cause I'm poppin that (shit)

Takin the shop (bitch) yo honey hoppin the whip

(Shit's) real I won't hit it niggas droppin will split

Spend the money, matter fact, I've seen these crouch it can get

Take the keys to the reigns, black 4.6, cause all the (bitches) want this

PDS on your fist, platinum on your neck, show part on your wrist

Take it, no I insist, we can (fuck) in the morning

And shop through the day

Tonight Max was performing so we can go play

Huh, jealousy and envy lurch through the party

When the women see the up (dick) it's luster for your body

Considered drug-dealers because we spark rollies and

His and hers chillers, I'm a lover not a killer

So let's just

Chorus (2x)

Verse 2: Lord Tariq

Aiyyo Gunz, I met this freaky (bitch) about a week ago

In New York, by the beacon yo, lookin like a sneaky hoe

Even though she had a few friends, about 3 or 4

Standing by the sneaker-store, and said that she seen me before

But I don't believe it yo, she must have seen the ice-shinin

Beneath the sleeve-roll, she like the way the diamonds go

Never mind (bitch), I'm about to blow, I gotta swerve

And she had the on fast to commin ass, she can go

Without a question yo, backseat the hard one

Parked around the corner, laid pipe like a plummer

Ran through her all summer, from tha morning to tha night

And I even trick a little, kepting shorty tight