[Intro: Jeremy Passion, Darrell Medellin]
Like a tall glass of lemonade (Heh, heh, heh)
When it's burning hot on summer days (Dumb bitch)
She's exactly what I need (Straight out the motherfuckin' [?])

[Verse 1: Darrell Medellin, P-Lo]
Get paid
I sip Heem with pink lemonade
I don't trip on no bitch, I just meditate
I don't act like I'm better, I just educate
I don't like broke bitches, keep 'em seperated
I'm from the Filipinas
She wanna feel my penis
'Cause I'm a fucking genius
But I ain't the leanest
Big boy, feel like B.I.G (Oh whoa whoa whoa)
Notorious
I like how I live and it's glorious (Aye, aye)

[Verse 2: P-Lo]
I'm just goin' dumb
I don't ovеrthink
Bet she wanna suck it
Like a boba drink
Evеrywhere I go
People notice me
Baby, buss it wild
Baby, open it
Uh, Bay boy, but I go hoes in SoCal
If she look, then she took, I'm swift like [?]
Wanna fuck with me, she wanna up her profile
He slash him, bitch, that's my pronouns
With the dope [?], I'ma stack it up
Aye, she a bad lil bitch, told her "Back it up"
Only got lil booty but it's stackin' up
We the ones up, that's why they made at us
Got 'em salty
Get 'em off me
I'm a real vibe
Hella saucy
Really steppin' hard
Do it often
Stone Cold now, I'm Steve Austin
It's a world champ low, like I'm Manny
I just want the top, tell her "Keep on them panties"
Island boy, roots from where it's sandy
The bread always comes first just like a sandwich
Yeah
[Bridge: Darrell Medellin]
You ain't chase no 42 with no Jollibee gravy
Ask P, I ain't never played the ukulele
I ain't never been a sucka, never been a simp
Told a bitch "Gimme paper" that's my friend with benefits
When life give you lemons, you remix it
Beat a hater senseless with a beat by The Senses
Fuck all them hoes, I been real, can't censor me
Cebu City legend, West Une since elementary

[Verse 3: Darrell Medellin]
Got the C2 special, two rice on the side
Extra gravy and I slide in her peach mango thighs
Miss Filipinas fuck with me and she peach mango fine
Lucky chances with the homies, get tocino every time
Look, yeah, I seen both sides
I was born on an island with a lot of fuckin' pride
A bunch of nice people with a bunch of hurt smiles
Livin' in poverty, I'ma make us rich 'cause we ought to be
We're more than karaoke and Jollibee
Fuck what you thought, I'ma make no apology
I just wanna say "Thanks" to the fam
West Une, D1, bitch, stick to the plan

[Outro: Chant]
Fuck it up, D1, fuck it up
Fuck it up, D1, fuck it up
Fuck it up, D1, fuck it up
Fuck it up, D1, fuck it up
Now put yo' hands up
Now put yo' hands up
Put yo', put yo', put yo' hands up
Now put yo' hands up
Put yo' hands up
Now put yo', put yo' motherfuckin' hands up