Letras
Sitting at wackos
Contemplating life
Love with a stripper
Hoping she could be a wife
Dancing on that pole
They got her simping
For some likes
Throw away your money
To some girl
You met that night
Bodies hit the floor
I told production
Hit the lights
G strings in your face
Filling bottles
With some ice
We ain't talking to nobody got our boy Mike
Fixing to start a problem hope you know
Them girls bite
Can't get jealous
Having a girl with this life VIP section's
We're making
The best nights
Tell me that you love me even though
I know you're lying
Got to have some trust
I told that girl
That I'm trying
Got to hold my tongue
Cuz everybody
Here's vibing
Stomping on my feelings
Just to avoid tables flying
Got control of my anger
It's breaching
Need an angle
Time slipping
Need an Angel
Yeah I'm gone drop the top
Going into sport
And I can't stop
People wanna hate
Well all they do is talk
It's gonna be OK
While I count my guac
Yeah I'm gone drop the top
Going into sport
And I can't stop
People wanna hate
Well all they do is talk
It's gonna be OK
While I count my guac
Throw a stack on the table
Bet I look like the man
But I won't through a dollar
Girl I ain't your only fan
I'd rather drop a brand
Than pop a bottle or band
Just so you can pop a Xan
And pearl Afghan
By the gram
I'm a man
So I'm tryin to see