Uh, line full of bitches

Hard fine bitches

The shit that I'm smokin' got me higher than tuition

Wanna know what's goin' on let me paint a picture

And if ya ain't around lemme give ya a description

Corks everywhere, h**s everywhere

Loud music playin' heavy smoke in the air

It's cups everywhere, flashin' lights

Bottles of Patron, sittin' in the ice like

It's a celebration

Bottles by the cases

Tonight we goin' all get wasted

Then we goin' take off like spaceships

Oh, and I don't really want her to leave

Order bottle after bottle

She say she can't drink, ay shut up b**h swallow

(We gon' drink the night away, we gon' drink the night away)

Ah Mr. Rose Raw

Two piece suit cuff link on the arm

Sex on the beach and some shots for these broads

And bring the biggest bottle of Moet for my dawgs

We on the couch leanin' on the wall

My old b**h hit me said I seen you with them h**s

But I'm turnt up so a n**a lost his phone

I gotta find a freak take her home

Hit it like uhhhh

Same day different chick ya'll

Took girls all around the world up on Crenshaw

In and out the crib, back and forth like ping pong

Me and Game got the ho jumpin' Kriss Kross