Shisha (feat. French Montana)

Whoa, whoa

Drinks in the air like everybody feel like

Whoa, whoa

Everybody hands in the sky like we run the night life

Whoa, whoa Drum beating harder than the Congo

Drum beating harder than the Congo, she drop it down low

Whoa, whoa

Up on the seats saying watch me now

Gotta light the shisha, then we pass the Chardonnay

Poppin' bottles, we ain't leaving till the morning

Let me see you put your lighters in the air

Shorty, wind up on my body like you want it

She movin' fast, she windin' slow

She tellin' me that she's ready to go

I'm spendin' cash, Geronimo

When Massari in the party, make the club go

Whoa, whoa

Drinks in the air like everybody feel like

Whoa, whoa

Everybody hands in the sky like we run the night life

Whoa, whoa

Drum beating harder than the Congo, she drop it down low

Whoa, whoa

Up on the seats saying watch me now

Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom bom bom

Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom

Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom bom bom

Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom

Watching me, watching me like a movie in the club

We run things, you know a big things we run

Rock with me, rock with me, gotcha body burning up

Push it back on me, talk to me like you wanna give it up

And I wanna

Pull you from your waist, you'll never wanna leave

I got you right where you wanna be

And I know

Tonight I'm gonna make you fall in love with me

Girl, I'll be making your body scream

Whoa, whoa

Drinks in the air like everybody feel like

Whoa, whoa

Everybody hands in the sky like we run the night life

Whoa, whoa

Drum beating harder than the Congo, she drop it down low

Whoa, whoa

Up on the seats saying watch me now

Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom bom bom

Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom

Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom bom bom

Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom

I got what you want, pull up and stunt

Right, right, looking like first of the month, I'm taking forty a feature

Bad **** on the shisha, everyday we cash out

Smoking, smoking that Keisha

High till the morning, bad, bad **** I'm showing it

Watch' em land on the charts

Came up fresh out the corner

You know I talk like a pimp with the ghost like a mac

Taking off like Kemp, play that post like Shaq

Cold fever from money, Morocco when sunny

Quarter mil on the wheel, Thirty chains on my stomach

Got plenty to smoke, champagne for the pain

Doin', doin' the most, you know we runnin the game

Whoa, whoa

Drinks in the air like everybody feel like

Whoa, whoa

Everybody hands in the sky like we run the night life

Whoa, whoa

Drum beating harder than the Congo, she drop it down low

Whoa, whoa

Up on the seats saying watch me now

Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom bom bom

Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom

Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom bom bom

Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom