Neighbours home, I'm fuckin while they listenin'
I got a thing for sisters, you with me?
Yeah, I'm high as a bitch
Pull the sheets off the bed
Is there flash on the camera
'Cause your face from California
But your ass from Atlanta, oh
First time, she was gaspin for forever
Ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever
Put it on your tongue, taste that
And lemme get it from the back, take that
And you ain't gotta be shy
You know the critics gon' rate that
Said ya man hold it down, better move that shit
When you see me in the club, you might hate
It's lightweight, lightweight
It's lightweight, lightweight
It's lightweight, lightweight
It's lightweight, lightweight
I'm having sex in the city, Carrie Bradshaw
Motherfucker, I see the same pussy your dad saw
Yeah, I'm official like a gun and a badge drawn
And gettin' paid while I fuck 'em with my vans on
She eat a bitch like a lunch-in
But she a pro, she don't even need instruction
Light another one before the blunt ends
I want you, you, and her, and your drunk friend
I wake up with no pants on
M탩nage íƒ trois in Paris
Yeah, I had to get my France on
And then I let her get her dance on
She let me bust on her face when her man gone
And she love to do gymnastics
So I tell her to come over and we practice
Said ya man hold you down, better move that shit
When you see me in the club, you might hate
It's lightweight, lightweight
It's lightweight, lightweight
It's lightweight, lightweight
It's lightweight, lightweight
Pop a bottle, pop a bottle, pop a bottle, girl
Pop a bottle, pop a bottle, pop a bottle, girl
Pop a bottle, pop a bottle, pop a bottle, girl
Pop a bottle, pop a bottle, pop a bottle, girl
She a motherfuckin' ligthweight
It's all motherfuckin' lightweight
When you see me in the club, you might hate
It's lightweight, lightweight
It's lightweight, lightweight
It's lightweight, lightweight
It's lightweight, lightweight