Текст песни
You know we started this shit to play
We made up the game, still there, won't quit
Sorry you're restless to the rage
Money talks, bullshit walks, get the fuck out my face
So shut your ass up, get your head in the game
'Cause you know we ain't done, bitch, get over it
And will you wanna come and fight me or you gotta die?
Crank up the radio
'Til it fuckin' blows
That's so rock and roll
Maybe this is how it goes so
Crank up the radio
Time to lose control
That's how rock and roll
A-T-L, ho
Newfound rudeness, tasteless, nothing off my chest
Champagne, Bruce Lee ?, no longer in my foreign whip
And I ain't even ask for none of that shit (nah)
Sorry you got us a bitch
And when you wanna come find me, uh-uh, you gotta do it quick
Crank up the radio
'Til it fuckin' blows
That's so rock and roll
Maybe this is how it goes, so
Crank up the radio
Time to lose control
That's so rock and roll
A-T-L, ho
I got your bitch in the dressing room
She'll be closer, think on top the impossible mission ?
My bad
Oh, well
At least you both enjoyed the show
Crank up the radio
'Til it fuckin' blows
That's so rock and roll
Maybe this is how it goes, so
Crank up the radio
Time to lose control
That's so rock and roll
ATL, ho
(ATL, ho, ATL, ho, ATL, ho)
ATL, ho (ATL, ho) ATL, ho
(ATL, ho) ATL, ho