Black jeans, white tee, black converse You know she gets it right Blue hair, blue eyes, I saw her I couldn’t help but I was like
I wanna be be be in the game I wanna know know your middle name If we could go go it won’t be the same Because right know You’re killing the game
Everybody’s gonna go big tonight In a couple hours we’ll be like
Take my money, take my keys Drive this car through the drive thru please From the floor to the ceiling Robbing and stealing Everybody in the place catch that feeling Like ooooo Ooooo Take my money
Late night pass out in Tokyo New York, LA, Chicago She said her friends would like the show Backstage, we’ll let them in
I wanna be be be in the game I wanna know know what we gotta say Front row, you’re going insane And in the back row, you’re killing the game
Everybody’s gonna go big tonight In a couple hours we’ll be like
Take my money, take my keys Drive this car through the drive thru please From the floor to the ceiling Robbing and stealing Everybody in the place catch that feeling Like (guitar solo)
Take my money, take my keys Drive this car through the drive thru please From the floor to the ceiling Robbing and stealing Everybody in the place tripping all
Take my money, take my keys Drive this car through the drive thru please From the floor to the ceiling Robbing and stealing Everybody in the place catch that feeling Like Oh, oh, ohh oh, oh, ohh Take my money Take my money
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