Ah yeah

I feel like Sinatra, a pill of Viagra
Today I'm going wild, I leave ten grand in the brothel
Meet me Saturday night at the all-inclusive
The pearl asks: "Are you Miami?", I say: "Post Malone!"
Okay, let's go, please, bitch, bring me everything you have
I don't have time, I don't have time for you hoes
And this bitch tells me: "Come to me!"

It's Saturday night
I have hatred in my stomach
These are dance ballads
Baby, come, I'll let you blow
It's Saturday night
I have hatred in my stomach
These are dance ballads
Baby, come, I'll let you blow

It's Miami Yacine, look we remain the best
"What do you have in your luggage?"
Dicka, only the whitest packages (sheesh)
Please bring me some more of that Skyy vodka
I come to the club on Saturday night in Nike joggers
Moët Rosé, bitches want photos like star photographers
I'm smoking the Marlboro right now with alcohol breath, a sleepless evening
I check her from head to toe, bitches want a rendezvous, ey
I check her from head to toe, bitches want a rendezvous
Dicka, the German-Moroccan, dressed in Dolce-Gabbana
Call me the North African, style just like Tony Montana

It's Saturday night
I have hatred in my stomach
These are dance ballads
Baby, come, I'll let you blow
It's Saturday night
I have hatred in my stomach
These are dance ballads
Baby, come, I'll let you blow
It's Saturday night
I have hatred in my stomach
These are dance ballads
Baby, come, I'll let you blow

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