[Hook]
Sitting all alone
Time to hit the liquor store
Need some trees that I can blow
And I'd done copped it for the low
Now I'm ready, put it on ya
New York to California
Bring liquor, bring bud
Let's get fucked up

Bring liquor, bring bud
Bring liquor, bring bud
Said "I'm ready, put it on ya"
New York to California
Let's get fucked up

[Verse 1]
Yeah, mount up. Buddy been winning
I ain't been in to the City in a minute
Got some bitches on the down gettin' ready
Bringin' Henny, and Cîroc and some Rémy
Backwood, roll it up and heat it
(Didn't need it though)
Drink in my cup gettin' weeded
(Gettin' weeded though)
Bodies in the party showin' love
(where the love at?)
Turn this fuckin' house in to a club
(Where the club at?)
Bitches on the wall off the meter
(Off the meter)
Got tequila, Strawberry, Lime-Arita
(Lime-Arita)
Bad body hangin' imma beat her
(Imma beat her)
School teacher named Nina, she a diva
(Yeah)