Summer, Summer, Summer, Summertime, The best times was the Summer, Summer, Summer, Summertime, I love those Summer, Summer, Summer, Summertime
Summertime, the right time, daytime, right length, right watch Like the nice guy, fly guy wit a nice guy Gucci top with the Nike highs Or the LV with the V-Neck T Fly, so fly on the beach Beach chair loud Damn, champagne from the liquor bank On my way to the Chevron got a full tank Now we ride and wherever he wanna go She know I spend C notes on all my peoples Well done, ain´t nothing like the pool party fun I got plenty drink, give the pool party some
Red rum the whole bottle of patron But, no worries, baby I got more to poor Catering from Roscoe´s, Chicken and waffles Together politicking blacks, whites, and Asians I love
Oh, the man rose with the millionaire stroke From the 323, to the 310 I got my 23´s on Jordan´s so important, with my fit already scorching And then 15, before 7 to the Porsche´s, we do the 23´s No rims, if you see them laid back, just hide til´ the driver drive and some of em´ get million dollar profits Got it? Now put the Tyga CD in and stop poppin´ Meet the bad guy, they call me God in the blue Bugatti
Yeah I´m styling in the 6 series, with a bulk wallet Stop it, hah, the sunset looking violent Come vibe with em´ get it poppin´, no violence No alarm sirens, just me and you cruisin´ To the music, this how a young boss do it