Gotta a show in Atlanta and you know I'm goin'
Gotta a girl on my side and you know I'm totin'
And you know I'm floatin'
And you know I'm floatin' (Uh, Yeah)
And you know I'm floatin' (Hey)
I don't got no friends but I'm flyin'
I don't got no bitch but I'm dyin'
And I know that you want it but you fight
And I know that you got it but you hide it
And we don't wanna fight
We don't wanna fight
We don't wanna go
We don't want no smoke
We don't wanna go
We don't... Tell me (Hey)
Tell me... One,two,three Lets go

Yeahhhh
Baby tell me what you tryna do
B-Baby tell me what you tryna do
Bi-bitches don't have a single clue
I just wanna make it, wanna make it through
Think you really sum, think you really sum
Think you me or sum, think you me or sum
Fuckin in a threesome
Fuckin in a threesome
Going fast or sum
Whippin the hoe or sum
Poundin like a drum
I just wanna make it, wanna make it through
I just wanna make it, wanna make it through
Ahhhh