Woah, woah

Drinks in the air like, everybody feel like

Woah, woahEverybody hands in the sky like, we run the night like

Woah, woah

Drum beatin′ harder than a bongo

She drop it down low

Woah, woah

Up on the seams they watch me now

Gotta light the shisha, then we pass the Chardonnay

Poppin' bottles we ain′t leaving till the morning

Let me see you put your lighters in the air

Shorty wine up on my body like you want it

She movin' fast, she winin' slow

She′s tellin′ me, that she's ready to go

I′m spending cash, geronimo, when Massari in the party make the club go

Woah, woah

Drinks in the air like, everybody feel like

Woah, woah

Everybody hands in the sky like, we run the night like

Woah, woah

Drum beatin' harder than a bongo

She drop it down low

Woah, woah

Up on the seams they watch me now

Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom bom bom

Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom

Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom bom bom

Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom

Watching me, watching me like a movie in a club

We run tings, know a-big tings we run

Rock wit me, rock wit me, got′cha body burnin' up

Push it back on me, touching me, like you wanna give it up

I wanna, pull you pon your waist, you′ll never wanna leave

I got you right where you wanna be

And I know, tonight I'm gonna make you fall in love with me

Girl I'll be makin′ your body scream

Woah, woah

Drinks in the air like, everybody feel like

Woah, woah

Everybody hands in the sky like, we run the night like

Woah, woah

Drum beatin′ harder than a bongo

She drop it down low

Woah, woah

Up on the seams they watch me now

Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom bom bom

Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom

Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom bom bom

Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom

I got what you want, pull up and stunt

Right right looking like first of the month

I'm talkin′ forty a feature

Bad b- on the shisha

Everyday we cash out, smoke smokin' that Keisha

High ′til the morning, bad bitch I'm showin′ it

Watch 'em land on the charts

Came up fresh out the corner

You know I talk like a pimp

With the Ghost like a mac

Takin' off like Kemp, play that post like Shaq

Cold fever from money, Morocco when sunny

Quarter mill on the wheel

Thirty chains on my stomach

Got plenty to smoke, champagne for the pain

Doin′ doin′ the most, you know we runnin' the game

Woah, woah

Drinks in the air like, everybody feel like

Woah, woah

Everybody hands in the sky like, we run the night like

Woah, woah

Drum beatin′ harder than a bongo

She drop it down low

Woah, woah

Up on the seams they watch me now