"One More Time"

INTRO]

[Verse 1]
I used to cut the porch lights on
And now I cut the Porsche lights on
Just to let them know their foresights wrong
Where this nigga going with that obscure ice on?
He a lame, I'm trying to get my mature life on
I ask, "What's happening?" or "What's happenin'?"
Hop up out the passenger and help me back the Phantom in
Damn, I never got to use that in a convo
Never got the chance to put you back in a condo
And, and
It couldn't be more true
I always meant to get you that villa in Corfu
Women I've passed off and money I tore through
Now all I really need is that number before 2
Is it over? Tell me it isn't over
They told me it was easy as you get a little older
Yeah right
And this is what my life outro sound like
Even though Knots did it, this shit don't sound right

[Hook]
Give me one more verse, man, one more rhyme
One more night out with one more dime
Bring another glass of Patron with one more lime
And I'mma make sure I give it to them
One more time, time, time
One more rhyme
One more night out with one more dime
Bring another glass of Patron with one more lime
And I'mma make sure I give it to them
One more time

[Verse 2]
See I was born to do it
Born to make bomb music
I flow tight like I was born Jewish
Well
Actually I was born Jewish
I guess at this point you could say I was born foolish
Yeah, what about the Grammy's and the bubbly?
What about all my fans that be loving me?
I used to chill in them spots where the trouble be
But never ended up at that ménage at the Double Tree
What about that girl reading down and basking in lace
Swear I would have never cheated on your ass
But you ain't give me your number
Cause them niggas got the fighting situation
Got me thinking and that's when I started writin'
Hmmm, change these hundreds for me cashier
I ain't made it, but I'm better off than last year
So, what it look like hun?
I never got to make it rain, but it look like fun
Ohhh!

[Hook]
Give me one more verse, man, one more rhyme
One more night out with one more dime
Bring another glass of Patron with one more lime
And I'mma make sure I give it to them
One more time, time, time
One more rhyme
One more night out with one more dime
Bring another glass of Patron with one more lime
And I'mma make sure I give it to them
One more time

[Verse 3]
A king is what I'm fit to be
I don't get these niggas; they a mystery
I mean they talk so quiet as if it's in private
And they don't ever bring that shit to me
But dawg
I ain't never live life so wrong
I said fuck a couple dudes cause I ain't like your songs
But don't feel no way about Drake so long
At least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on