[Verse 1: Ben Friedman]
Sing my lyrics girl say my name to me
Tell me you don't even want it talk game to me
Thats your man? I don't see it he's a lame to me
Me and you should be United its plane to see
11:11 I'm wishing of you
I'll even fight for you like I play for the sioux
I'm tryna love you like these girls love the crew
Ballin before now I'm John Wallin... dude!
Playing Blackjack watching Jack Black
Sitting with this girl and my hat's back
Getting hot about to blow when the Bunsen burn
Tatted in her mind but you fade like a sunburn
You can fit one in the coupe and I'm sure that its all fun
But there's 5 10's in the bed of my F1
Spit gas like Chevron, you lost some I win some
Yall half ball like Skrillex, We ALL ball like Rev Run!
[Hook: Cris Cab]
Girls, Are you ready?
You got to put in work!
Til your hands fall off
You got to put in work
Til the clock runs out
[Verse 2: Ben Friedman]
I'm so Lou and my arms strong
You think you could do it better but you are wrong
They set the bar wrong, but I can raise it
Then you catch me in the sun like a raisin
You think I'm lying! But its true though
Bout to stack more cheese than the 9 to the 20
Because I'm to the cool like Ja to the Rule
Surrounded by pink sh** but naw it ain't Nuvo!
Always have black socks pulled to my knees
Every single day I thank God I'm a Fried
Your girl gets mad I never call when I leave
I said chill I'll hit you when I land like Laclede
Because we could be cla**ic, no need to mask it
Take you on stage hear the roar like Jura**ic
So keep these drinks coming like an-de-lay
Me and my boys are about to party at Morada Bay
[Hook: Cris Cab]
Girls, Are you ready?
You got to put in work!
Til your hands fall off
You got to put in work
Til the clock runs out
[Speaking: Ben Friedman]
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