[Chorus]
I just want to to sit back with bad bitch
Baby, light up a J (baby, light up a J)
Take a couple shots, maybe get a little brain
It's that kind of a day (it's that kind of a day)
Call my homies up, tell them they can come through
And if they got bitches, tell them they can come too
Cause working all the time gets so lame
Tonight imma do my own thing

[Verse 1]
Now I remember back when, I ain't had nothing
So I got on my grind, perfected the rhyme till it was time now look at me I'm stunting
But no don't get it twisted though, it ain't all fun and games
Especially when everywhere you go they're screaming out your name
They be pulling out them cameras
They see me and they aim
It's fucking always media everywhere, I guess that's why they call it fame
But no I can't complain
Love it when I hop on stage and know that I'm the reason why all these people came
But remember we all the same
And working twenty-four seven, three sixty-five, can get to be a strain
People walking up to me, I'm like "Dude, I just need a little space, I don't mean to be rude but I'm running on no sleep and gas station food, just wanna walk around my crib in the n***, man"

[Chorus]
I just want to to sit back with bad bitch
Baby, light up a J (baby, light up a J)
Take a couple shots, maybe get a little brain
It's that kind of a day (it's that kind of a day)
Call my homies up, tell them they can come through
And if they got bitches, tell them they can come too
Cause working all the time gets so lame
Tonight imma do my own thing
[Verse 2]
Yeah, my own thing leaning on my windowpane
Rocking nothing but some socks, boxers and a gold chain
Hit up a shorty to do the grown thing
Yeah, she may be a dumb ho but yo she give me more brain
I just want to have fun tonight
Don't worry about tomorrow, you can be the one tonight, yeah
And we can roll some of that lalala
And girl I'll have you singing like "falala"
Yeah, but as for later I don't really know
Truth be told, I'll probably end up in another city yo
And I ain't got the time for no silly ho
Especially when there's cheese and steak like when I got a Philly show
From Maryland out to Cali to Pari
We get it popping and hop in the ferry, now we in London
We worldwide and we stunting
Running the game until I pull a hamstring
But tonight I ain't doing a damn thing

[Chorus]
I just want to to sit back with bad bitch
Baby, light up a J (baby, light up a J)
Take a couple shots, maybe get a little brain
It's that kind of a day (it's that kind of a day)
Call my homies up, tell them they can come through
And if they got bitches, tell them they can come too
Cause working all the time gets so lame
Tonight imma do my own thing
I just want to to sit back with bad bitch
Baby, light up a J (baby, light up a J)
Take a couple shots, maybe get a little brain
It's that kind of a day (it's that kind of a day)
Call my homies up, tell them they can come through
And if they got bitches, tell them they can come too
Cause working all the time gets so lame
Tonight imma do my own thing