[Intro: Marian Hill]
Suit black as ink
I bet I know your drink
Everything you pray for, everything you play for
Baby turn around
Mind if I sit down
Everything you pray for
Everything you play for me

[Verse 1: Sterling]
Now this the shit to make you bounce
So I bounce with her
She's donezo with her man I'm her pinch hitter
We're popping bottles of the champ like we just won the series
Push her ass up against the counter, hear her siri
My thumbs running across her earrings
Helped her curve all them other lames, power steering (yo)
And I just stepped in
Only arrived with my guys a little bit past ten
And now we're gettin' a little bit reckless
She's spillin' drinks all on her neckless
I guess I gotta confess this
I don't give a fuck who your ex is
But neither should you
We're at a party not on Maury, shit don't get it confused
Plus I think that you're cute, and your vibe is distinct
I just assumed girls like you had been declined or extinct
I'm not a regular dude. I'm probably more than you think
And we got more shit to do, so let's be gone in a blink
And we'll sing

[Hook: Marian Hill]
I la la la la love it
I la la la la love it
I la la la la love it, love it, love it, love

[Verse 2: Michael]
Aye yo she had it all; adderall, xans, and them percocet's
Cute face, fat ass, perky set
Bet she know exactly what i'm talking about (She know)
Let's all celebrate with a toast
The fact that we're making the most
Cash she let me smash
Then woke me with bacon and toast
With some eggs on the side she says I'm the best in the five
But that ain't really saying much, I never really gave a fuck
But hot diggity damn I ball
About to dive inside this bitch just like a canon ball
Splash, holler, cowabunga
J's got a thousand of them
Raps got me hella buzzing
Hardly ever trousers buttoned (ooooh)
It's never really nothing to me
Nope, It's never really nothing to me
You know I mash for the cash
Me and my team we guaranteed to ball (Skrt)
Rain, sleet, hail, snow, hot as fuck, or freezing balls (ahhhh)
Ok enough with the shits
Catch me at the poker table with a ton of them chips (ballin)
And that's word to the foreign shit I got her on
Chilling in my condo, with nothing but my joggers on
[Bridge: Marian Hill]
You got a sexy sound, you want another round
I like the way you play, boy
Tell me why you play, boy?
Does it make you feel, like nothing else is real
I like the way you play, boy
Show me why you play, boy

[Hook 2: Marian Hill]
I la la la la love it
I la la la la love it
I la la la la love it, love it, love it, love