*1st Verse*
(Chaos)
Its been a long week, I been so stressed out
Im bout to get fresh, bring the tie and the vest out
And and and, and go crazy
Im callin out all you sexy ladies
No plans, Im callin for shots, Im callin for shots
Of Bin-Boa, Bin-Boa and Bin-Boa on the rocks
I started at the bottom, now I feel like I’m on top
I shut the party down and you don’t even see the cops
My hands in the air, no stick-up
I’m never scared, still got the dam hiccups
I tell the DJ, Ayyyy, turn this shit up
Im the shit, Ooooh, what a feelin
So many fish in the sea, but I got the bait to lure in
Gorgeous, so fly in my orange, I make normal look boring
Swergin so hard, I hope I wake up in the morning
Check my fan mail, I pick out letters like wheel of fortune

*Chorus *
Fellas , Hands up to the ceiling, if your high you the the feelin, ayyy
Hands up to the ceiling, come fly with me this evening, ayyy
Hands up to the ceiling, please don’t let this feelin ever go away, ayy ayy
Go away ayy ayy… Ladies!

(Jenna Capri)
Hands up to the ceiling, if your high you the the feelin, ayyy
I know you feel it, come fly with me this evening, ayyy
Hands up to the ceiling, please don’t let this feelin ever go away, awaayyy

*2nd Verse*
(V. Scripts)
Yo I step in the club with my mafuckin collar popped
Call the cops, murder she wrote in a halter top
Pimpin never die, the game never halt or stop
Didn’t have to beat the pussy up cause she assault the cock
Said her dad died, and her heart broke
She on the dance floor, breakin hearts
The Kush got me drowsy, motherfucker shake it off
She got naked in the dark, to my song take it off, Oooo
Hands to the roof, cuz the roof in the coupe is the sky
Drunk of the Goose in her ride
I drop hot shit like poop in July
If you don’t agree, ya’ll niggas in denial
Tonight is the night that your past disappear
Put ya hands in the air, like its pass interference
She like kissin girls, and I like what she wearin
Tonight we getting married, In Vegas, you hear me?

Chorus