Throw your hands in the sky right now It's going down
Unfortunately for the rest of ya’ll I’m way better than the best of all And even though they focus on just the flaws They still gonna annihilate the festivals And we still gonna sip Dom Perignon And still gonna eat the filet mignon Yeah, yeah, yeah I’ve been known To cover up my eyes with the Ray Beons
Flashing lights, the stress of life It’s way too much to handle in one night Live this life like there’s no tomorrow Wake up in Paris with a Russian model Throw your hands in the sky If anybody got five dollars in your pocket right now I call this club Titanic Why, cause it’s going down
Roll call in the club Life’s a bitch feel her up She be in my mind like a microchip I’m ready to blow like nitroglis Gone gone like a light so trick I am on some psycho shit Dance floor every night my bliss Fed up with the rub don't bite your lip Bon T.R.S. and pure gold Max this out in euros Bartender fill it up till I can’t remember Feeling hot summer nights in the winter I’mma better my life till we all sit up Since we are here we are live Ye and I make you touch the sky