Rae Sremmurd - SremmLife Album Lyrics

[Intro - Slim Jimmy:]
Drinkin' on somethin'
Man I gotta be drinkin' on somethin'
Just chillin' with me [?] doin' somethin', little green
Gotta be drinkin' on somethin'
I'm smokin' on somethin', try to go pop on somethin'
I ain't trippin', I don't give a f*ck if it's your girl
Man she drinkin' on somethin', smokin' on somethin'
Have you smokin' on somethin'

[Hook - Swae Lee:]
Lit, lit, lit, lit like Bic
SremmLife shit, bendin' by 6
2 by 2, 4 by 4
SremmLife shit, don't answer that door

[Verse 1 - Swae Lee:]
Neighbors keep knockin', bitches keep watchin'
Hoes keep jockin', but the money keep flockin'
They wishin' we was floppin', I can see it on their faces
I can point at different bitches and I bet they all from different places
Look at all this money, lit, lit, lit
SremmLife shit, poppin' chapstick
Pop a bad bitch, I'm so grown
Brand new car, I'm so on
Yeah nigga what, all my niggas rich
All my bitches rich too so you need a key to come visit
News life shit, test this cup
Test this cup, do it for us
Four eyed, damn, I'm twisted bad, I can feel it
Aquafina water, go ahead and peel it
Go ahead and peel it, do it if you dare
I just wanna lay it down and run my fingers right through her hair
Remove her underwear, lick, lick, lick
Lit sex yes, she show chest
Breathe in deep, geeked all week
Sunday night, Sunday fight
Argue, don't wanna argue
How could you think that I would ever leave you?
I see right through you
Get money with the same crew
I f*ck the same hoes like you
Switch 'em out once a week, I'm cool
That's mid, I'm cool
Midnight crew, paint the Maserati midnight blue
Money pool, I'm 'bout to swim right through
Who are you?

[Verse 2 - Slim Jimmy:]
Who said they got that stanky loud? I wanna smell it
You say you run your f*ckin' town, I let you tell it
Who really run the underground? I wanna meet you
I'm really tryna bite the style, you know we see you
Before I let my whole hood down I'll bring my team up
You say you run your f*ckin' town, we need to link up
I came from that dirty town, look how I clean up
I came from that dirty town, look how I clean up
Lit, lit, like Jeeper's Creepers, wild boy in a wife beater
Hoppin' out of that two seater, doot doot, that's a new Beamer
Bad bitches come see Jimmy, just might leave a tip with you
Lit, lit, might spend a ticket, see if these red bottoms fit you
I'm doin' numbers, Sremm goin' bonkers
Blasts bustin', better run for cover
[?] up, I might run for governor
I need bottles here on the double
I need bitches here on the double
I need condoms here on the double
Face Sremm and that's double trouble

[Hook - Swae Lee]

[Hook:]
Unlock, the swag, the swag, unlock
Unlock, the swag, the swag, unlock
Unlock, the swag, the swag, unlock
Unlock, the swag, the swag, unlock
Unlock, the swag, the swag, unlock
Unlock, the swag, the swag, unlock
Unlock, the swag, unlock
Unlock, the swag, unlock

[Verse 1 - Slim Jimmy:]
I blow, I lie, I chill, I swag
How much, cash do, I make, a day?
Enough, to pray, enough for tax
6 bands I drop, Celine big bags
My pants they bustin'
My bitch she bluffin', keep lyin' for nothing
I win, I'm winnin', I walk in Fendi
My hand still spinnin', from last night women
Who got more guap? No flex, boy stop
Push off the lot with all you got
My leather is soft, my top, it's off
Can't speak, too boss, I drop, [?]

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Jace:]
Swag on lock like a [?]
Twistin' fingers, gang signs, no pinkie
P.A.C, how a youngin' gon' kick it
Sauced up shawty, in here drippin'
Got your shawty in here strippin'
Off 'shrooms and molly and some weed I got from dealers
'Bout to have a party so you better pay attention
So much [?] on my body I'm like [?]
I said I'm in here high, the f*ck you think?
I said it's purple, inside, of all, my drinks
I said, "Good God, the label, all my blunts, they stink like pee
Man I wouldn't want to be wanted, London like a Beatle
Countin' Euros with my people, rollin' up, blowin' diesel
Been switchin' up my cash, my niggas
Been had paper, my bag, my nigga
Been had loud blunts on blast, my nigga
You know what's up, don't ask, my nigga
I am perfect at pickin' a piece, workin' and rippin' a beat
Crew worth a milli at least, money when dealin' with me
Your girl is leavin' with me, it's honestly easy to see
Swag unlocked and you know that I give her the key

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Swae Lee:]
I curve your doobie, then blaze my own
Let's get it, some Givenchy, droppin' racks, I'm clumsy
I'm drenched in money, she hate me, she love me
I'm rich, I'm young, I splurge for fun
Care less about your... campaign
Enjoy myself, employ myself
Woke up, last night, was all, a blur
4 Seasons, 3 words, do not disturb

[Hook]

[Swae Lee:]
Won a gold medal, and a gold bezel
I treat it so special, now ya ho jealous
Freak hoes, got several, they tens or better
I'm a trendsetter, I'm a go-getter!

When I slide down the ave I'm f*ckin' trippin' (damn)
Maserati bat black, all I wanna know is where the cash at?
TNT tucked in my 'rillo, hundred racks under my pillow
Different styles, I'm so versatile, nigga you know like I know
Jimmy, Lil Swae, hoes on the chase
Cash in the air make her forget her date
Heard of my plan, she f*ckin' with me anyway
If she thicky like Nicki I put that pussy on my plate
How you not notice the flyest niggas in the place?
I hit the liquid and started drippin' into space
Hublot tickin', blowin' kisses at your baby
Have fun, shotkilla like Mike reincarnated
Throwin' out a f*ckin' end
I'm blowin' money in the wind
I'm sick of wearin' skinny jeans
I'm more into wearin' Louis V's
These hoes don't f*ckin' listen
These niggas don't pay attention
These bitches are not yours
We keep them on all fours
Breakin' down', rollin' up potent
Sippin' champagne like soda, poppin' red bitches like cola
Trunk beat like Eardrummers
Sremm killed the haters, God bless 'em
Mothaf*ckas still all in my bone marrow
Flyin' through the air like a f*ckin' air devil
All these broke niggas just fish in a barrel
Run back up and I turn into a bezel

[Hook - Swae Lee:]
No flex zone, no flex zone
They know better, they know better
No flex zone, no flex zone
They know better, they know better
Won a gold medal and a gold bezel
I treat it so special, now ya ho jealous
Freak hoes, got several, they tens or better
I'm a trendsetter, I'm a go-getter!

[Nicki Minaj:]
Hell no you can't use my lip gloss
Pop a perc' now I'm on lift off
Ass still fat, it's on Rick Ross
You bitches, make a nigga dick soft
Bitch ball like I'm at tip off
Get it wet, then I rub the tip on
Rag and Bone jeans I can slip off
Bitch I've been hot since flip phones
Running this game for 5 years
Guess that's why my feet hurt
Wonder when they bite me
Do these bitches' teeth hurt?
Yes I am an icon, that's me on your T-shirt
...THOUGHT YOU KNEEEEEEWW BET-TER!
Do your f*cking research
You ain't know this the no rip zone
This the "You can't beat Nic" zone
Madison Square when the Knicks home
I live next door to Brad Pitt's home
I like bad bitches, cause they like bad bitches too
I like hood niggas, with a bad attitude
They could never reach Young Nick, magnitude
Even if they had a longitude, latitude
Listen up ho, this is my territory
You are my son, like an episode of Maury
Like an episode of ER, bitch I'm hotter than the D.R
When it comes to rap skills, nobody wanna see her (seer/CR)
Motherf*ckers flexin, motherf*ckers acting (actors, A.R)
Bitches is my sons and they causin' contractions
Ain't pushing out, I'ma give them to the clinic
Cah wait, we nuh rate dem gyal and dem gimmick
Wack sauce I can hear it in your tone
This nigga keep staring at my phone
But if you're ugly it's a no text zone
It's a no sex zone, it's a no flex zone
Wack sauce I can hear it in your tone
This nigga keep staring at my phone
But if you're ugly it's a no text zone
It's a no sex zone, it's a no flex zone

[Hook]

[Pusha T:]
Who ain't waiting on King Push?
Got niggas checking for them new flows
Sold more dope than the old Jigga
Now niggas calling me the new Hov
Let the coupe go, planetarium
Let the roof go like Cesarean
Clear my section nigga, no flexing nigga
Just a hunnid bottles they carrying
Cross the border like I lost a daughter
This foreign nigga, he ain't know better
Him pick and choose where them bullets fly
I lose the plane on this fool nigga
Bought dope with my album budget
Play Cloths was the blueprint
Four million in four seasons
F*ck who care for my fashion sense
Tell a ho come and swim in the money (splash)
Broke niggas just stop at the heel
I could body paint you in them name brands
And put a red bow on the wheels
See I'm just in and out, I call a rent a mouth
Suck the ice out of a bezel
Use my rap persona, f*ck baby mommas
Still killin' haters, God bless em'

[Hook]

[Hook x2:]
My ex-bitch, I'm shinin' on my ex-bitch
My ex-bitch, I'm shinin' on my ex-bitch
My ex-bitch, I'm shinin' on my ex-bitch
My ex-bitch, I'm shinin' on my ex-bitch

[Verse 1 - Swae Lee:]
The ho should've never chose me
And I should've never chose her
Now I'm in the same predicament that you was in
Back then when you was f*ckin' 'round with her
A ho just gon' be a ho
And a slut just gon' be a slut
But now my money long, real, real, real long
And I just can't give two f*cks
Look, you should've had a check, bitch
(Hold on a second)
You could've had a check, bitch
Shoulda, coulda, woulda, now I'm with my next bitch
And you just another name on the checklist
F*ck these hoes, been tossed and thrown 'round
Bitch oh pee-yew, you so foul
How you gon' do all of that there and put your head down?
As a man that's all I really got to say about you
Damn, gon' call my phone askin', "Can we start over?"
She interruptin' me, countin' my money, I had to start over

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2 - Slim Jimmy:]
My ex bitch, must have been defective
But my new bitch, look like Cinderella
She a dime bitch, ain't too much you can tell her
Upgrade everything, new whip, new bitch, new bezel
Got the Lam, chopped, it ain't nothin', I'm the real Hugh Hefner
And you didn't work out, that's cool cause my new bitch better
Bitch, you busted, it ain't no more red bottoms
No more overseas shoppin' but yes I'll still take that sloppy
I know you see me in that 'Rari cause it ain't no ceilings
When I see you in the city, it ain't no hard feelings
Ho', you shoulda used your head, bitch
Hey, you coulda had a check, bitch

[Hook x2]

[Verse 1 - Slim Jimmy:]
I've done it before, I've seen it before
Tears splashin' the floor when I open the door for her
She actin' like a whore and I'ma let her
Learned from Project Pat, pimpin', got a masters
Girl improvise, look me in my eyes and lie to me
Lie to me, act like I'll believe anything
Sex on the beach and in the backseat
This could be us

[Hook - Swae Lee:]
So back to what I was saying (money make the world go 'round)
This could be us but you're playing (money make the girl go down)
This could be us but you're playing (money make the world go 'round)
I'm high, hope I don't sound crazy (money make the girl go down)
F*ck what them niggas was saying (money make the world go 'round)
This could be us but you're playing (money make the girl go down)
This could be us but you're playing (money make the world go 'round)
That's all I was saying (money make the girl go down)

[Verse 2 - Swae Lee:]
No keys to crank this Mercedes
I ball like Tracy McGrady
Before that girl says anything
She gotta say please
And I know they really wish we would ball 'til we fall
I'm the big bad wolf, it's a full moon, y'all
Toss the money in the air
Watch how your dreams hit the floor
Wait 'til I get the buzz off this drug
Damn girl, you way too fine for a local club
Killin' someone's vibe should be a f*ckin' crime
Wasted so much time, should be a f*ckin' crime

[Hook - Swae Lee]

[Bridge - Swae Lee:]
Spin the bottle, spin the f*ckin' bottle
If you the reason why it's empty, baby
Spin the bottle
Truth or dare, nah you don't want no problem
Spin the bottle, spin the f*ckin' bottle
If you the reason why it's empty, spin the f*ckin' bottle
Truth or dare, no, no, you don't want no problem
You don't want no problem, bitch you must want problems

[Hook - Swae Lee]

[Intro:]
Somebody come to the floor, it feels like we've met before

[Hook - Swae Lee:]
Somebody come get her, she's dancin' like a stripper
Somebody come get her, she's dancin' like a stripper
Somebody come tip her, she's dancin' like a stripper
Somebody come get her, she's feelin' all the liquor

[Verse 1 - Swae Lee:]
Chopped and screwed up
I'm a pothead, true enough
At your ex's crib and you're boo'd up
Take it slow baby, we in no rush
Hennessy or Don Q, that's a very hard choice
For the diamonds on my pinky, need a gang of cool points
And the drop head make 'em drop dead, yeah
Ye ain't scared, ye ain't scared, ye ain't scared, yeah
Believe me, I'm out here, you see me, in action
I've heard a lot, a lot about you
Catchin' round blunts like a hot potato
And you dancin' on the table, gushin' like volcano

[Hook - Swae Lee]

[Verse 2 - Slim Jimmy:]
You got girls in here? I'm recruitin'
And they fine, hop the line
I've been sippin' on Patrón and wine
I'm just tryna have a good f*ckin' time
I was chillin' with the open container
Grabbed her arm, told her not to be a stranger
I was throwin' on the drank with my niggas
I was lookin' for the girls who willin'
Baby girl, if you f*ck with me then we gettin' bands
If you smokin' with me then we on dank
I don't f*ck with local hoes, I told you that
How you movin', you deserve a couple racks

[Hook - Swae Lee]

[Verse 3 - Swae Lee:]
Hundreds on your face, baby girl
Come and do that little thing that you was doin'
Aye they was in this mothaf*cka trippin'
What the hell they think we was doin'?
It seems like we're f*ckin' in this club
Baby girl, what they think that we're doin'?
You gettin' on my nerves with them questions
Girl you know I'm tryna start a little movement
I ain't got no business f*ckin' with you
Out the blue, you actin' brand new
Washingtons mean nothing to you
Same way with us

[Hook - Swae Lee]

[Intro - Swae Lee:]
Up like Donald Trump, word?
Now you done f*cked up

[Hook x2 - Swae Lee:]
Up like Donald Trump
Chain swings like nunchucks
She gon' chew you up, twerk like she from Russia
Don't get me wile'd up, soldiers at a ten hut
Look what you done done, now you done f*cked up

[Verse 1 - Swae Lee:]
Read my lips, I do my own stunts
Bitch wanna go on a date, pull up to SunTrust
Wear my hat to the front, like I drive a truck
Like I drive a truck, all white Bentley truck
ATM go nuts, I do what I want
I say what I want, I grew up on Pac
Kush smell just like musk, turn it into dust
Man my style is tough, y'all huffed all that puss
Twerk like she from Russia, try hard not to love her
But she so damn bad, I might have to cuff her
Rock like Billy Ray, that's a nigga idol
Forbes list, Forbes list, Forbes list, Forbes, read it like the Bible

[Hook x2 - Swae Lee]

[Verse 2 - Slim Jimmy:]
Up like Trump, all of the sudden
Solo cup when brought to the public
Balmain's clean as a whistle, green ain't the issue
Lil bit of money make a difference, nothin' is somethin'
It's so hard to function with all of these hoes in the house
F*ck y'all assumption, my blood still rushin', my heart still thumpin'
Up like Trump, kickin' like Ike, got a bitch twerkin' on Skype
MGM every night, Sremm at the door, king of the swipe
Motherf*ckers worry 'bout likes on they pictures
They ain't got a single dollar, or a nickel
They ain't even got a penny, for the strippers
And they wanna pop bottles, like winners
Check my pedigree I always been a money fiend
All these f*ckin' rings, I'm shinin', like a f*ckin' king
Breakin' down the kush, don't it look so plush?
Take a couple puffs, I'm like Donald Trump!

[Hook x2 - Swae Lee]

[Verse 1 - Slim Jimmy:]
I've done it before, I've seen it before
Tears splashin' the floor when I open the door for her
She actin' like a whore and I'ma let her
Learned from Project Pat, pimpin', got a masters
Girl improvise, look me in my eyes and lie to me
Lie to me, act like I'll believe anything
Sex on the beach and in the backseat
This could be us

[Hook - Swae Lee:]
So back to what I was saying (money make the world go 'round)
This could be us but you're playing (money make the girl go down)
This could be us but you're playing (money make the world go 'round)
I'm high, hope I don't sound crazy (money make the girl go down)
F*ck what them niggas was saying (money make the world go 'round)
This could be us but you're playing (money make the girl go down)
This could be us but you're playing (money make the world go 'round)
That's all I was saying (money make the girl go down)

[Verse 2 - Swae Lee:]
No keys to crank this Mercedes
I ball like Tracy McGrady
Before that girl says anything
She gotta say please
And I know they really wish we would ball 'til we fall
I'm the big bad wolf, it's a full moon, y'all
Toss the money in the air
Watch how your dreams hit the floor
Wait 'til I get the buzz off this drug
Damn girl, you way too fine for a local club
Killin' someone's vibe should be a f*ckin' crime
Wasted so much time, should be a f*ckin' crime

[Hook - Swae Lee]

[Bridge - Swae Lee:]
Spin the bottle, spin the f*ckin' bottle
If you the reason why it's empty, baby
Spin the bottle
Truth or dare, nah you don't want no problem
Spin the bottle, spin the f*ckin' bottle
If you the reason why it's empty, spin the f*ckin' bottle
Truth or dare, no, no, you don't want no problem
You don't want no problem, bitch you must want problems

[Hook - Swae Lee]

[Hook - Slim Jimmy:]
Used to have to eat cold meals
Now a nigga offin' gold seals
Countin' up money getting chills
We some young niggas on for real
Tokyo drift through the hills
Used to have to walk, no wheels
Now I'm buyin' whips for the crib
Young niggas on for real
Hunnid dollar bills
Young niggas on for real
Hunnid dollar bills
Young niggas on for real
Tokyo drift through the hills
Used to have to walk, no wheels
Cameras outside my crib
Young niggas on for real

[Verse 1 - Swae Lee:]
I showed them bitches
Better than I ever could've told them bitches
Corduroys and Cartiers
Back then motherf*ckers never shared my vision
But what you riding in a space ship?
And where your diamonds from? Saudi Arabia
Oh you don came up and put your niggas on
Now you got a crown and a chinchilla on
A1 since day one we stayed down so we came up
Some of them niggas won't make it with you
They'll lose hope and they'll change up
I can see these niggas hating
But as you can see the bad bitches love it
They wouldn't let us in the building back then
Now our names on the flyer on the cover

[Pre-Hook - Swae Lee:]
I used to tell them I was gonna be something they just to look at me and laugh
All them hoes in the city don't really love you unless you got some cash
That's brand new paint nigga don't smudge it
Mof*ckin pants cost 8 somthin'
That's my money so they can't say nothin'
That's my money so they won't say nothin'

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Slim Jimmy:]
Young niggas on
Pull up on your ass unannounced in a foreign I don't know where I'm going
HIt the gas, can I hear the engine running (nope)
Living fast I ain't thinking about tomorrow (nope)
Used to be a nigga want 20 inch rims
Now we got accountants out here for Rae Sremm
All up in the mall Neiman Marcus shopping
Came a long way from them out of street apartments
Everybody got a dream that they chase
And everybody got a motherf*cking hater
They wanna see your dreams burn to ashes
I can't wait to see their faces when I pass them (skrrr)
Boy you should taken a young nigga serious
Now a young niggas on for real
They wasn't f*cking with a young nigga then
They can't f*ck with a young nigga still

[Pre-Hook - Slim Jimmy:]
I used to tell them I was gonna be something they just to look at me and laugh
All them hoes in the city don't really love you, until you count cash
That's brand new paint nigga don't smudge it
Mof*ckin pants cost 8 hundrid'
That's my money, bitch, you can't say nothin'
That's my money, bitch, you can't have nothin'

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Big Sean:]
Look moving in slow mo
But I still get it way faster then you so you never would know though
She slowing it down just to ask for a photo
Just know that I'm f*ckin I may be for sure though
Shoulders on me like I'm fresh out the dojo
She think I'm beautiful chocolate skin coco
Don't get it f*cked up put your ass in a chokehold
Players only live once so I wear polo
Polo, polo, polo, polo
My girl's from so-cal my outfit from soho
And I got dough, that shit is stashed in the crib
And it won't leave the house like it's f*cking DiGiorno
Hell yea nigga that's all me
I'm from where big problems get handled with a small fee
Started with the squad now I got the whole team tight
I stuck to the plot stuck to the script and I don't even screen right

[Hook]

[Verse 1 - Slim Jimmy:]
I've done it before, I've seen it before
Tears splashin' the floor when I open the door for her
She actin' like a whore and I'ma let her
Learned from Project Pat, pimpin', got a masters
Girl improvise, look me in my eyes and lie to me
Lie to me, act like I'll believe anything
Sex on the beach and in the backseat
This could be us

[Hook - Swae Lee:]
So back to what I was saying (money make the world go 'round)
This could be us but you're playing (money make the girl go down)
This could be us but you're playing (money make the world go 'round)
I'm high, hope I don't sound crazy (money make the girl go down)
F*ck what them niggas was saying (money make the world go 'round)
This could be us but you're playing (money make the girl go down)
This could be us but you're playing (money make the world go 'round)
That's all I was saying (money make the girl go down)

[Verse 2 - Swae Lee:]
No keys to crank this Mercedes
I ball like Tracy McGrady
Before that girl says anything
She gotta say please
And I know they really wish we would ball 'til we fall
I'm the big bad wolf, it's a full moon, y'all
Toss the money in the air
Watch how your dreams hit the floor
Wait 'til I get the buzz off this drug
Damn girl, you way too fine for a local club
Killin' someone's vibe should be a f*ckin' crime
Wasted so much time, should be a f*ckin' crime

[Hook - Swae Lee]

[Bridge - Swae Lee:]
Spin the bottle, spin the f*ckin' bottle
If you the reason why it's empty, baby
Spin the bottle
Truth or dare, nah you don't want no problem
Spin the bottle, spin the f*ckin' bottle
If you the reason why it's empty, spin the f*ckin' bottle
Truth or dare, no, no, you don't want no problem
You don't want no problem, bitch you must want problems

[Hook - Swae Lee]

Bottles on bottles, free shots for everybody
Got enough for everybody, we crankin' up the volume
Turn the music up louder, get loose and move your body
Get loose and move your body, we crankin' up the volume

Bottles on bottles, free shots for everybody
Got enough for everybody, we crankin' up the volume
Turn the music up louder, get loose and move your body
Get loose and move your body, we crankin' up the volume

Safe sex, and paychecks
That's what it's all about, don't forget about
Safe sex, and paychecks

I bought the bar, I bought the ho' so a nigga can't tell me shit
Just pour up the Ace, that cheap shit makes me sick
I even let your bitch keep the gold bottle, gold pack, no Lifestyle
Came to the club with my dogs, yeah we gon' ball 'til we fall
OG purp on me, Steve Urkel have a young nigga geeked
These girls, they DTF, that train got 'em feelin' their-self
This nightlife shit ain't new to me
Al the bad bitches get loose for me
Say you do this every night, you gotta prove it to me
Say you 'bout that life, you gotta prove it to me

Shots, shots, now let's f*ckin' party
Shots, shots, now let's f*ckin' party
Shots, shots, now let's f*ckin' party
Shots, shots, now let's f*ckin' party

Bottles on bottles, free shots for everybody
Got enough for everybody, we crankin' up the volume
Turn the music up louder, get loose and move your body
Get loose and move your body, we crankin' up the volume

Bottles on bottles, free shots for everybody
Got enough for everybody, we crankin' up the volume
Turn the music up louder, get loose and move your body
Get loose and move your body, we crankin' up the volume

Safe sex, and paychecks
That's what it's all about, don't forget about
Safe sex, and paychecks

Rock star life, f*ck who don't like it
Party all night, party all night
I came here to have a good time
Good smoke, good vibes, it's the good life
Somehow I got the sack past security
Now I'm jumpin' up and down off the Hennessy
Now I'm jumpin' up and down off the Hennessy
I'll probably wake up in the mornin' with no memory
Double shots, no chaser
We party hard in the AM
Safe sex, no babies
Everybody go crazy (Get wasted)

Chug, chug, chug
Don't stop 'til you get enough
Don't stop 'til you get enough
Don't stop 'til you get enough

Chug, chug, chug
Don't stop 'til you get enough
Don't stop 'til you get enough
Don't stop 'til you get enough

Bottles on bottles, free shots for everybody
Got enough for everybody, we crankin' up the volume
Turn the music up louder, get loose and move your body
Get loose and move your body, we crankin' up the volume

Bottles on bottles, free shots for everybody
Got enough for everybody, we crankin' up the volume
Turn the music up louder, get loose and move your body
Get loose and move your body, we crankin' up the volume

Safe sex, and paychecks
That's what it's all about, don't forget about
Safe sex, and paychecks