Whoa, Whoa
Drinks in the air, like everybody feel like
Whoa, Whoa
Everybody hands in the sky like
We run the night like
Whoa, Whoa
Drum beating harder than the Congo
She drop it down low
Whoa, Whoa
Up on the seats sayin' 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 tellin' me, that she's ready to go
I'm spendin' cash, Geronimo
When Massari in the party make the club go
Whoa, Whoa
Drinks in the air, like everybody feel like
Whoa, Whoa
Everybody hands in the sky like
We run the night like
Whoa, Whoa
Drum beating harder than the Congo
She drop it down low
Whoa, Whoa
Up on the seats sayin' 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, you 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
And 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
Whoa Whoa
Drinks in the air like everybody feel like
Whoa Whoa
Everybody hands in the sky like
We run the night like
Whoa Whoa
Drum beating harder than the Congo
She drop it down low
Whoa Whoa
Up on the seats sayin' 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 bitch 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
Whoa Whoa
Drinks in the air like everybody feel like
Whoa Whoa
Everybody hands in the sky like
We run the night like
Whoa Whoa
Drum beating harder than the Congo
She drop it down low
Whoa Whoa
Up on the seats sayin' 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
