[Intro] Bring me like halfway through the intro Gooien, gooien van 20s de hele nacht Gooien 20s de hele nacht, ohhh [Hook: B.o.B] Throwing 20s all night I believe in you girl Yeah I'm feeling all right So put the weed in the air Throwing 20s all night My nigga got the zip my other Nigga got the pint, bitches to my right They said they feel all right So put the weed in the air [Verse 1: Scotty ATL] Goose got me feeling like insulin And it pay here with [?] And I vouch for that I get stupid high No bitches love attitude But that's why though my nigga watch She'll love them presidents she'll turn around Dan zie je het vallen, ja man ze laat het vallen Doing ass cheeks like basketball Palmin' that shit, she like a thug She finna roll on my drawls She never talk about love, it's understood She pop the bottles in clubs Stealin' get hit with the 20s I'm feeling so good All of my niggas with me I run with in the hood Roll up that good throwing [Hook] [Verse 1: B.o.B & London Rae] [B.o.B] I get so fucking high I could eat a star Walking on the ceiling like a side walk Whole room in it like it's bow legged Top floor looking like a [?] dorm room This ain't Community what Maar ze staat op het punt om mijn verdieping te communiseren En als je je mond voorbij praat, trut. Je zou de gemeenschap goed doen, dat klopt. [London Rae] Wishing [?] buy shopping sprees in Milan hoe Wat weet je over een nigga die 20s op je gooit Tot je kniediep in het geld begraven bent, brand je de wiet op Triple cup full of ice hoe I'm leaned up King of diamonds man, so shit so shake that Ass and titties get nasty with it Het ding over het sinds de dag dat ik je ontmoette Finna murder that pussy, get to scratching [Hook]