Met you at the party on a Sunday
And I'm thinking, "holy, holy Lord"
Tell me where you working on the Monday
I'm just so boring, boring I know
We got nothing to talk about
Let's go take a shot, Let's go hit a bowl
Round the corner, empty parking lot
Crown and rock, hit the block, more
Playlist like, Ginuwine, Juvenile
Riding round two hundred horses
And her lips so fuckin' gorgeous
Finna crash into her loft and
Hit it like I do it often, do it often
Roll one, pour one, pop one, chop one
And it's all 4u
I'm red, green, blue. red, green, blue
And it's all 4u
Losing my religion, baby
And it's all 4u
Roll one, pour one, pop one, chop one
And it's all 4u
We're on a mission out to Cali, speedin' loco, Ocean Drive
Bumpin' Ocean in Mercedes, got your lady locked inside
Wrapped in lace in the trunk - and the bass in the trunk
I've been good for way too long, think its time to fuck it up
I got 20 in my pocket; I might flip it out in Vegas
And she whispers in my ear, "take me out to San Diego"
Yellin' "assalamualaikum" out the window to the strangers
While I stack up this dinero so that we can catch the Lakers
Saying we should go on tour - girl, your contour is on tour
Then I'm checkin' on my phone, waking up around like 4
Lying naked on the floor, "how long have we been gone for?
Baby I think I'm in love" and she says, "Please, say no more"
Then she rides me with those hips, says "Let's continue the trip"
So we pack another hit, and we're dripping from the lips
Bumpin' Ocean in Mercedes, speedin' loco, Ocean Drive
On a mission out to Cali, that's my shorty for the ride
Roll one, pour one, pop one, chop one
And it's all 4u
I'm red, green, blue. red, green, blue
And it's all 4u
Losing my religion, baby
And it's all 4u
Roll one, pour one, pop one, chop one
And it's all 4u