Letras
Oh shit! Oh shit! I think it's about that time, oh boy
Grind and shine 'cause I'm one of the most versatile
Fly guys that you have seen in your durn life
Ain't that right? Well yes it is
The ladies love me and I'm everybody's friend
But it's money over everything, bitch, if it's for free
I said it's money over everything, bitch, if it's for me
Khakis, white tees, keep girlies in a frenzy
I know that they want me, feel sorry that they left me
My money's getting hefty, might dress a little preppy
But I put that on my mama, can't a motherfucker check me
No doubt, now it's money over everything
I'm a-get it anyway that I can and sing
Speaking of can he sing, fuck with me and that cannon ring
This ain't even that kind of party
It's for the gnarly and naughty hotties
Them naughty dreads sparking up that Marley
Smoke in the air, good food on the Barbie
Hennessy and that Captain Morgan, Crown Royal and that vodka
That gin and that Cîroc, I'm trying to get fucked up like syrup
It's in my cup, cloud my mind, images are spinning
Hit the toilet, I throw it up and it's time for me to go drink again
Oh shit, get fucked up till the whole house gets fucked up
Oh shit, get fucked up till the whole house gets fucked up
Oh shit, get fucked up till the whole house gets fucked up
Oh shit, get fucked up till the whole house gets fucked up
Come on, get fucked up
Oh shit, come on, get fucked up
Come on, come on, get fucked up, oh shit
Lets all get fucked up
Wake up in my box for this homegrown down south
House party, gotta get it in the zone
Everybody gone off shots of Patron
Burning holes in upholstery and blowing off the dome
Gone to the store so you can get me another
Pint of Gold Schlager, you bad motherfucker
I'm trying to get drunk like there's no other
Day after this one, so keep 'em coming
I can't stand 'cause I'm seeing doubles and triples
I can't speak without slurring, I'm fucked up, it's simple
That this a party, y'all, fuck a Mardi Gras
We keep it cracking from the sun down to the break of dawn
I can see the moon, I can touch the stars, I'm in the sky
I don't think I've ever been this damn high
If I have, then it's been a while
Hoes getting crazy all over the place
Put your trouble to the wayside, go both ways
Try to tell you this is gonna be one of them days
You'll remember and tell your old and gray
Hennessy and that Captain Morgan, Crown Royal and that vodka
That gin and that Cîroc, I'm trying to get fucked up like syrup
It's in my cup, cloud my mind, images are spinning
Hit the toilet, I throw it up and it's time for me to go drink again
Oh shit, get fucked up till the whole house gets fucked up
Oh shit, get fucked up till the whole house gets fucked up
Oh shit, get fucked up till the whole house gets fucked up
Oh shit, get fucked up till the whole house gets fucked up
Come on, get fucked up
Oh shit, come on, get fucked up
Come on, come on, get fucked up, oh shit
Lets all get fucked up oh shit