6AM (feat. Mailel Delacalle)

Six in the morning, with the gin and tonic
I've been chilling here in the lobby since three
My bitches are ballin', they tried my molly
They want to come 'cause they know I got the money
The party was good 'cause I rescued
Two out of three babies, do they have good sex?
They know the typical, I'm not like that, I'm a girl
I think I drank too much caipirinha
Okay, whatever, you're done, just go
Don't take too long, it's almost seven
I've completed the mission, my sound, as always
I'm going to rest and they call me suddenly
Just my scratched and smelly buddies
Very hungover in a lit party
With girls to have a threesome and rum like rice
Oh my God, how horrible, it's very dangerous
It's not an after party like you imagine
Some play FIFA and others play with vagina
They're all in bikinis, like California and bitches
Just a niche group and coconut with ceviche
Who's smoking that really strong joint?
Smoke from mine, yours smells like shit
So much booze has me blind, what a life I lead
They envy me 'cause I'm on another level
The sun is up, the alcohol is gone
Also the weed, no, we need to reload the ammo
People are going to work 'cause it's Thursday
We're going to the store for more snacks and beers
What's up, baby?

The money lights up
My mind is high, so high
If the cops show up (if the cops show up)
You tell them bye, bye, bye
If they ask for me (if they ask for me)
You tell them nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
There's no more molly (no more molly)
Bring marijuana, na-na-na-na

The one who stays is 'cause she wants to pee
Here's the sixth avenue, seventh street, come over
Just put it in Google Maps like this
And let me know when you arrive so I can come get you
Surprise, I brought some friends who kiss each other
And their boyfriends don't know 'cause they haven't confessed yet
What a shame, no, and if he left you, then get over it, forget it
I have good cough syrup, so try it
A high-class beta, bam, bam
Let me know if you want more, I'm back there
In the back with the tough guys
Sitting on the couches counting lots of millions
Getting back at those who talk shit
Partying with your girl in my cave at six in the morning
Smoking and drinking champagne
Outside in the hallways the neighbors only hear bam-bam
If you want them to come for the punch
If you want to come in with your whiskey, pay for the uncorking
I don't drink, only when I'm thirsty
Much less than what you have, at least Moët
And who is he? You know what it is, it's the raw mode
It's going to be ten, we're already in overtime
Hype mode, get comfortable around here
I'm going to roll a Khalifa on your weed
Don't be surprised if someone worships me as I pass by
I'm the fucking king in this house
The owner of the place, the lion of the safari
Let's go to the room, see you at the next after party

The money lights up
My mind is high, so high
If the cops show up (if the cops show up)
You tell them bye, bye, bye
If they ask for me (if they ask for me)
You tell them nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
There's no more molly (no more molly)
Bring marijuana, na-na-na-na (na-na)

Uh, uh
No, no, no, no, no
Uh, uh (yeah-yeah)
Uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh-uh
Yeah, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah
Uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, yeah