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[Chorus: Strap] Got all these bitches 'round me ('Round me) Sittin' on the sofa (Sofa) Pocket full of money (Cash), rollin' like a coaster (Gone) Nigga, we don't drive (Drive) We gotta keep a chauffeur (Chauffeur) Gotta keep it moving, ain't gon' stop until it's over (Oh, let's go) [Verse 1: Strap] Bitch, I'm international, like the [?] Just came from Hawaii, look what I caught (Ah-ah, I caught) My nephew got that cutlet with the tartar (With the tartar?) I wear Prada shoes, you still wearin' Reebok I'm a Breitling man, you be with that G-Shock (The G) You a fightin' man (Oh), I be with that G-lock (Oh) Bottles in my hands, I got money in my pants (Yeah) And all these hoes surrounding me, bitch, you better dance (Dance, dance, dance) [Chorus: Strap & Quez] Got all these bitches 'round me ('Round me), sittin' on the sofa (Sofa) Pocket full of money (Cash), rollin' like a coaster (Gone) Nigga, we don't drive (Drive), we gotta keep a chauffeur (Chauffeur; oh, oh, oh, oh, Quez!) Gotta keep it moving, ain't gon' stop until it's over [Verse 2: Quez] Standing on the sofa (Oh), Rosé in my hand (Oh) Bitches all around (Oh), I don't wanna dance (Oh, oh) Somebody fire the weed up (Woo), pass me a cup (Woo) 'Cause tonight it's my birthday, we gettin' fucked up And gettin' so down (Ah), them girls can't swim in the DP So you know they go down (Ah), and they move too fast But I think them girls, they need to slow down (Ah) Yellin' to the bartender, bring some more rounds (Oh) [?] [Chorus: Strap & Ali] Got all these bitches 'round me ('Round me) Sittin' on the sofa (Sofa) Pocket full of money (Cash), rollin' like a coaster (Gone) Nigga, we don't drive (Drive) We gotta keep a chauffeur (Chauffeur) Gotta keep it moving (Oh-oh), ain't gon' stop until it's over [Verse 3: Ali] Well, I drive real fast Hit the club, pocket full of cash Niggas hate (Nigga, what?) Tell them kiss my ass (Kiss it, dog) I'm livin' good (Good) And you livin' in the past (Ah, yup, yup) In the bill like what's up? (What's up) Told them bitches come on up (Come on) Pour some liquor in my cup (Ah, ah) And I'ma pour some in her cup (Pour) We gon' get them fucked up (Fuck) And we gon' take them to the crib Bottle poppin' all night long (Go, go, go, go) Let the old drunk say, "That's how I live", go [Chorus: Strap & Machine Gun Kelly] Got all these bitches 'round me ('Round me) Sittin' on the sofa (Sofa) Pocket full of money (Cash), rollin' like a coaster (Gone) Nigga, we don't drive (Drive; oh) We gotta keep a chauffeur (Chauffeur) Gotta keep it moving (Yeah, Kells), ain't gon' stop until it's over [Verse 4: Machine Gun Kelly] Look, you the type to stay home (Yeah) I'm the type to rave (Rave) I'm the type to have yo' bitch throw panties on the stage (Woah) You the type to hate on me 'cause you ain't gettin' paid I'm the type to have a closet with more kicks than Johnny Cage (Bow) All these people 'round me (Who?) different as fuck Filter joints and apple bars I swear them different than [?] (Hi) And all them girls you with, the difference is I already fucked Smash 'em, pass 'em on the first night Call that shit beginner's luck, Kells All I wanna do is get drunk as shit (Shit) Hop on the couch like 106 (Six) Pour champagne on that girl's lips And step out of the club with her at six (Yup) Bring that camera, snap it and flick (Bow) Askin' her can she handle this Sat me down and gave my dick I heard she picked (Mwah), bitch [Chorus: Strap] Got all these bitches 'round me ('Round me) Sittin' on the sofa (Sofa) Pocket full of money (Cash), rollin' like a coaster (Gone) Nigga, we don't drive (Drive) We gotta keep a chauffeur (Chauffeur) Gotta keep it moving, ain't gon' stop until it's over