I'on fuck with them hangovers
Fuck with them hangovers
Fuck with them hangovers, no
I'on fuck with them hangovers
Fuck with them hangovers
Fuck with them hangovers, no
I'on fuck with them hangovers
Fuck with them hangovers
Fuck with them hangovers, no
I'on fuck with them hangovers
Fuck with them hangovers, no no

My girls, they came over
Told the, "Oh, Doja, sip on this track, Doja
I mean it'll be dank, Doja
Tomorrow you'll roll over
Covered in old soda imported from God knows
But you know you gon' wanna
'Nother sip on top of that
Don't give me cold shoulder
When the party is all over
You gon' feel like you in coma
And 70 years older
So take it like a soldier"
Let's put some 'mac' into your Macintosh
Jackin' niggas jackets
And catchin' these niggas jackin' off (Ha)
It's practically impractical
Gladly, I'm way tanner than you and Santana
You know (Oh)
My niggas' bandannas, with colorful bandannas
Oh, and they all colder than polar bears
All coke in they noses
Also: 'oh, Doja just want more'
But don't fuck with them hangovers (you know)

I don't fuck with them hangovers
Fuck with them hangovers, fuck
With them hangovers, no
I don't fuck with them hangovers
Fuck with them hangovers, fuck
With them hangovers, no
I don't fuck with them hangovers
Fuck with them hangovers, fuck
With them hangovers, no
I don't fuck with them hangovers
Fuck with them hangovers, fuck
With them hangovers, no
No