Starlab production.
Six reason.
Constantine.
Young bosses.
No excuses.
It ain't about my money.
It's more about my swag.
It ain't about her face, but it's more about her.
Put your number in my phone, and I'ma call you ASAP.
I know you got a man, but I'm prepared to face that.
I'm a real nigga, and every nigga say that.
But baby, I'm fly, and there ain't no way to fake that.
Look at me.
Look at me.
Tell me what you've got to lose.
I'm a young boss with style.
I don't mean a back to you.
This is my fight.
Now you know the excuses for taking it slow.
Baby, baby, this is my party.
My head down, my ass up, pull my knee up right in his club.
Yeah!
I, and I, and my son come when I get turned up.
This is my.
I hit the club so fresh.
Zip lock swag.
And I don't care who don't like it.
They can kiss my.
Caked up like a bakery.
Whips like slavery.
Maybe we can leave and go and find ourselves a vacancy.
Sexy.
You remind me of an actress.
Girl, you on fire.
You remind me of some magic.
I just want to stick it.
Stick it like a cactus.
Sexually attractive.
Baby, you a magnet.
Yeah.
Yeah.
And I don't make excuses.
Hop in the coupe.
I can make it ruthless.
I'm dumb rich.
Yeah, my money real stupid.
Real boss players stay on point like a toothpick.
Cocky.
S.I.
Toothless, baby!
Baby, baby, this is my party.
My head down, my ass up.
I'm gonna beat it up right when it's club.
Yeah!
I'm not in my song.
Come on, let me get turned up.
This is my fight.
Yeah.
Are we gonna get drunk?
Drunk?
Yeah.
Are we going to cut?
Cut?
Yeah.
Yeah.
This is my party.
Now you know.
No excuses.
It's Nick and it's love.
Shout it.
Baby, lady, this is my party.
Hit it down, pass up, move your feet up, right near these clubs.
I, and I, and my song come on, I'ma get turned to, turned to
This is my party.
This is my fight.
