These days I feel like I
Can have ten girls on the side
The ground filled with all these girls
Oh man, where'd they morals go?
I guess it's hard to find someone
Who's not been with everyone
Maybe I'm just old school
Knows a thing or two
Not given a thing about time
But these girls need my brown skin And my money tree,
this don't rise
I've been doing things that these
lanes fear That than a boy's on fire
He been doing things that he said he
would He's running things in style
Oh, oh, oh
I'm drinking like there is a message in the bottle
Or maybe I just leave one for myself for tomorrow
To remind me of the stuff that's going down tonight
Pull down all that Hennessy Middle finger to my enemies
Enemies, enemies Middle finger to my enemies
Enemies, enemies, enemies
My hotel room's a mess Things ain't even take off yet
Got bottles,
B's and S's Swear I don't know what's next
Getting faded all night long Seeing stuff in different times,
oh
I used to be the kid that actually cared what people had to say
But I swear to God that didn't make me change me,
break my bread
The nonsense for the birds Things never get to us
So I do my thing And throw my deuces up
I'm drinking like there is a message in the bottle
Or maybe I just leave one for myself for tomorrow
To remind me of the stuff that's going down tonight
Pull down all that Hennessy Middle finger to my enemies
Enemies, enemies Middle finger to my enemies
Enemies,
enemies, enemies Middle finger to my enemies
Enemies,
enemies Middle finger to my enemies
Enemies,
enemies, enemies