Yes, yes, fresh in the flesh
I'm the best dressed and the best sex
I'm the dutch master
I'm jet set till I just sweat and my chest wet
'Cause I gotta flex like fuck master
Party full of hoes and I'm checking out a way to find that look
Run that kush in the air
In a shirt, that casket 'cause the way that I be killing it
Don't nobody compare
Two step with a slight hop to the right spot
'Cause I might holla at a honey
No sweat, ‘cause it might pop 'cause she probably know
A nigga got a pocket full of money
I tell it to her biggest fans, go into a rage when I look at how she dance
Standing on the stage with a handful of bands
And that's when I

We can bump that bass a little more
This bitch going on and on and on
The party you know will never stop
We be going 'bout till 9 o'clock

Sipping on a blue of that Ciroc
Booze for the hoe
Her oly little fist turn on the spot when we come around
Funk Flex on to my tooley
Honey, gotta dance
Me and me and my niggas
Don't mind if people calling that battle of the bands

We can bump that bass a little more
This bitch going on and on and on
The party you know will never stop
We be going 'bout till 9 o'clock

I'm feeling NY but you know I'm Chicago
I hope your girls are freaks 'cause I'm my nigga shadow
I just left my shelter, swear I just left the lotto
Tricks don't fear to follow, so turn that ass a combo
I’m with them other girls, all you party girls
All you independent bitch ass bullshit, party girls
We in the VIP, bring in all the girls
Throw your hands to pop, you ain't tryina turn it down

We can bump that bass a little more
This bitch going on and on and on
The party you know will never stop
We be going 'bout till 9 o'clock

Sipping on a blue of that Ciroc
Booze for the hoe
Her oly little fist turn on the spot when we come around
Funk Flex on to my tooley
Honey, gotta dance
Me and me and my niggas
Don't mind if people calling that battle of the bands

We can bump that bass a little more
This bitch going on and on and on
The party you know will never stop
We be going 'bout till 9 o'clock

Sipping on a blue of that Ciroc
Booze for the hoe
Her oly little fist turn on the spot when we come around
Funk Flex on to my tooley
Honey, gotta dance
Me and me and my niggas
Don't mind if people calling that battle of the bands

We can bump that bass a little more
This bitch going on and on and on
The party you know will never stop
We be going 'bout till 9 o'clock