The party going up like an airplane.I got a cup full of octane.Yeah, I'm on one, more like two.I don't know about you, but I'm wasted.I'm wasted.One shot, two shot, three shot.DJ, let that beat drop, cause I'm wasted.I'm so wasted.Uh, I'm going up like the price of gold.I'm on the phone with the homie with your bitch on hold.Deep pockets, my paper can't fold.Look, bankroll so swole, thick like a dictionary book.In my demographics, we push elbows and bricks.We like to hear ourselves talk and say slick ***.Like I had this one broad named One Young Ho.Her best friend name was Nopay.I changed her name to get my doubt.Operation Stack of Dollars.I'm having my multiplications.I get faded every day.Every day's a special occasion.Every night's a celebration.We do like a presso.Double fisted, getting green like pesto.Party.Going up, going up.Like an airplane.Like an airplane.I got a cup full of octane.Octane.Yeah, I'm on one.On one.More like two.Two.I don't know about you, but I'm wasted.Wasted.Wasted.I'm, I'm, I'm wasted.Wasted.Wasted.One, one, one, one, one shot, two shot, three shot.Three shot.DJ, let that beat drop, cause I'm wasted.Wasted.I'm so wasted.Wasted.Speed.Love.Love.I'm out my body.Wasted.Wasted.Octane in my cup.Can't taste it.Can't taste it.So it don't make a difference if I chase it.As long as when I finish, somebody replace it.Build a ride.Bo got a nigga moving slow like the Matrix.Drove got a nigga on like somebody laced it.Gucci, Louis, Fendi, Prada, all my bitches basic.Beat the pussy up, yeah, my dick catch cases.Like Young Frank, hoe, my dick ain't racist.Ace got me feeling like I'm in two different places.We blowing out the pound.Them haters going down.But the, but the.Party going up.Going up.Like an airplane.Like an airplane.I got a cup full of octane.Full of octane.Octane.Yeah, I'm on one.On one.More like two.Two.I don't know about you, but I'm wasted.Wasted.Wasted.I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm wasted.Wasted.Wasted.One, one, one, one, one, one shot, two shot, three shot.Three shot.DJ, let that beat drop.Beat drop.Cause I'm wasted.Wasted.I'm so wasted.Wasted.Listen to this here.I'm married to my street sign.Jumped a broom.No plan on getting that divorce.No time soon.The black Daniel Boone.Alcohol consumed.Been drinking since one o'clock this afternoon.Cool with all the goons.I'm a tycoon.Air this bitch out like a helium balloon.Ready for war.State of mind.Always on the case.On the case.Black arsenal like Travis Air Force Base.Air Force Base.Deep.Like your bitch's throat.Gap it up.Money long like train smoke.Train smoke.You should call it pigeon.Pigeon.Body crazy.Crazy.The definition of call it pigeon is shapely.Buttocks.Curry had to get a second taste.How she stat.Stacked like some buttermilk pancakes.I'm loaded and I'm twisted and I'm faded.And the function getting white boy wasted.White going up.Going up.Like an airplane.Like an airplane.Got a cup full of octane.Octane.Yeah I'm on one.On one.More like two.Two.I don't know about you.But I'm wasted.Wasted.Wasted.I'm wasted.Wasted.Wasted.One.One.One.One.One.One shot.Two shot.Three shot.Three shot.DJ let that beat drop.Beat drop.I'm wasted.Wasted.I'm so wasted.Wasted.Wasted.Wasted.