Intro (Ty Dolla $ign)
Yo, Check it out, Kase-two, Ty (Y'all know what the fuck it is)
Verse 1 (Ty Dolla $ign)
Chilling it the city with the palm trees (huh)
Smoking on bomb weed
Me and my n-words relax, and I heads to the back with a fat-ass sack to break down
I'm doing this for the West Coast
He doing this for the East Coast
We doing this for the cheese [?]
We gotta get our bread
We gotta keep y'all heads (movin')
Chorus (Ty Dolla $ign and Kory)
(Yeah-yeah) Everybody to the floor (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ty, Kase-two blowin' out your speaker, (yeah, yeah yeah, yeah)
Think you better turn it up, (wow, wow, can't stop us now) Oh no!
And we could do it again and again, (Yeah, yеah, yeah, oh-no-no-no)
It's nothin' but a beat, a [?] of the pеn (oh no, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, oh. Pop your collar if you down with us)
Verse 2 (Kory):
I'm from the city that don't sleep, huh (damn)
Makin' money or you don't eat. (oh!)
Shawty wanna holla', she's hotter than a jalapeño, she got a fat bottom that'll make you wanna (fuck?)
So give it to me baby
Don't be shady
I'm your homie
Act like you know me
I bet you never fell in love with a player, (a-chicki-chicki-playa) ooh-ooh-ooh baby, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Chorus (Ty Dolla $ign and Kory):
(Yeah) Everybody to the floor (yeah, yeah)
Ty, Kase-two blowin' out your speaker, (yeah, yeah yeah, everybody)
Think you better turn it up, (wow, wow, that 17 did it) though! (yeah, yeah)
And we could do it again and again, (wow, Yeah, wow, yeah, yeah)
It's nothin' but a beat, a [?] of the pen (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, op your collar if you down with us)
Oh! uh
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