[Verse 1: Marcus Ryan]
Yeah yeah (Yeah)
Done puttin' work in for the day
Did enough, to call in sick for tomorrow
Ya'll ain't really as good as what you say
Is it you or the label that you're on, damn
They would never tell you that we on
They would never tell you where we going
Now my label got the juice, fresh squeeze, right now, right now
Prolly need an extra arm
All these people want the view but it's offset
Had to put it on you, who the off next (crocs)
Yeah, go 'head, go 'head, go 'head
Where you make that, oh man, where your tape at
Are you sign, Are you sign to the label where the greats at
Now I'm signed to the label where we make that
Now watch how they take that

[Chorus: Marcus Ryan]
I don't do this often, what I'm talkin', do this shit like all day
(Shit like all day)
They just want my saucer, hot like salsa, do this shit like all day
(Shit like all day)
Fuck 'til I'm exhausted, put that pussy in the coffin all day
(Shit like all day)
Drink 'til I get nauseous, how that boy stay flawless, bitch like all day
(Shit like all day)
[Verse 2: Marcus Ryan]
Don't need to be hard on yourself
We don't see these people like braille, nah, nah
Hate me, you should probably hate yourself
We don't do the hatin' over here, nah, nah
Got my old girl lookin' like my new girl, Jonesin
She look like a new world, don't she?
Tell me where you get her from
Does she have her own damn country
Bounce that, too live and I'm way too edgy
Boy you fire man, who you tellin'
Just signed so I do what I want
Ass up like (bounce that)

[Chorus: Marcus Ryan]
I don't do this often, what I'm talkin', do this shit like all day
(Shit like all day)
They just want my saucer hot like salsa, do this shit like all day
(Shit like all day)
Fuck 'til I'm exhausted, put that pussy in the coffin all day
(Shit like all day)
Drink 'til I get nauseous, how that boy stay flawless, bitch like all day
(Shit like all day)

[Verse 3: Cyrus]
Oh, it's my turn?
If the game on lock, hope the lock work (lock work)
If you got blowjob, well I got work (got work)
If we make it home, hope my cock work
I ain't even gonna lie, I done changed (changed)
I don't fuck around with 'lot nowadays (days)
Fuck, whatever, got some albums on the way
Might just keep 'em to myself, I don't really do dates
Make it feel like I'm facin' due dates, and I'll cheat
Two bad bitches, good pussy, let's eat
My dick feelin' real special this week
Thumbs up for the size, gold star for the sheets
Fuck on me, my killa, it's brakes and pillas
I don't want your pride
Keep your feelings, I got fish to fry
You're not Free Willy but still, we should fuck (yeah)
All day
[Verse 4: Packy]
Uh, on my 24-hour shit
No vacation, only take power trips
Young model chick, wanna be bottom bitch
In a Jeep, no top, but her bottom big
And even though the drinks on bottomless
I remember where the bottom is
You ain't gettin' outta this
'Member when you doubted this?
Now you motherfuckers ride a lotta dick
Ain't life 'bout a bitch
All day, all day, all day
I fuck this game the long way
My flow been clutch since always
I buzz a beat like ball game
I don't do this often, what I'm talkin'
Do this shit like (all day)
I don't get exhausted, I'm so awesome
I could do this all day