[Verse 1] It’s showtime. Stony, hook em up Show you all a great time like i’m on that Bell & Ross. Whenever you're stressed over whatever you bank up Just strap on a tank top and roll over to dreng’s spot We can cop a couple of Capri Sun’s in the sun, we can do it Feeling like you run with the ones that are cool That’s the fucking rule Don’t open the gate unless you’re dressed for the pool And that goes for you and your slutty two friends too I’m just playing, alright fuck it, it’s true This is that "bathing suit pressure" music That "undress you” music That “make you wanna black out and wake up to Kesha” music We on that. So when the night comes, and the day goes We can tear of all those damn clothes
[Chorus] We keep it going till it's gone So tell me are you feeling good now? (x4)
[Verse 2] Top down, top down with the music loud The backseat passed out when the drinks around Two shot and the makeup’s down Why you covering up your face when your ass is out? Girl you got an ass like Iggy Azalea not Pop Pause don’t get freaky on me Now honey that shit would be a bummer I’m just being honest like i’m New York in the summer. Bars This is the shit that will get your feet up off the ground. Derren Brown Don’t act so shy with your drink in the corner you’re bad I can tell Yeah. I like you. Keep making you laugh, comic That type of shit gets her in bed, on it I love her with the lights off, Amish Don’t wanna get her pregnant so I glove her, childish, prevented.