LYRICS GAME

Pop the champagne already

Why wait till tomorrow?

I don't want to sleep, we gotta keep going

Girls go and girls come

How many are they and where do they come from?

They want to have fun

Happy, they call him "Mr. Smith"

Bring more Lady Gaga

That this doesn't end

That this is just starting

Go get more Lavada

That my buddy Chacho is landing

Russians, Australians

All the continents that I'm handling

I never arrive late and that's even though I move through plenty of places

And pure Double P

Bang, son of a b*tch

Buddy Parka, buddy Lalo

A private restaurant

While the private jet arrives

The Richard Mille shines

It wasn't easy

They head to the Emirates

I go, arrive and check the scene

A rifle at hand

There's no trouble, but it's good to prevent

Bring more Lady Gaga

That this doesn't end

That this is just starting

Go and bring more Lavada

That my buddy Chacho is already arriving

Russians, Australians

All the continents that I'm handling

I never arrive late and that's even though I move through plenty of places