Golden sun drip on your shoulder, summer’s in your hair

I-yi-yi, every breath you spill turns the sky to air

Wave rush in, heartbeat spins, salt stuck on my skin

I-yi-yi, palm trees drawing hearts, let the tide rush in

Flo ride the breeze, surfboard under our dreams

Spray-painted moonlight, neon in your jeans

Hands up, let it fly, leave the world on rewind

I-yi-yi, stay here, stay mine

Shawty got that super low,

sneakers hit the floor like whoa,

bass drop, watch the whole room glow,

chain swing, let that liquor flow.

She dip, she snap, she roll it slow,

like Miami heat in midnight snow.

Hands up, then we touch the ceiling,

diamonds flash, got everybody feeling—

this that vibe, we don’t need no ceiling,

just ride that low, keep the night wheeling.

(Verse)

Shawty dipped low on the neon floor, bass slap got her jelly in a figure-four,

Apple-bottom orbit, got gravity in a chokehold,

Flo Rida pirate, I’m digging for that gold glow,

T-Pain autotune rocket, we moon-walk on chrome,

Hands up, cups up, sweat drip, never go home.

Neon hearts beat under moonlit steel,

I ride the storm with Sia’s ghost on my heels;

her halo screams, my tires ignite,

two wild ones carving thunder through the night.

Sky breaks open, diamonds rain,

we drink the fire, we breathe the chain;

no brakes, no master, no reason to slow—

just flesh on the edge where the crazy glows.

Echoes roar, “We were born to fall”;

so we jump, we fly, we lose it all.

Apple-bottom jean drop, booty doin’ the salsa，

bass so low got the floor talkin’ gossip.

Neon in my cup, drip rainbow on my tonsils，

T-Pain auto-lick, make your speaker go fossil.

Money in a tornado, hundreds do ballet，

shorty bend it low till her Snapchat glitch, ayy.

I’m talkin’ subterranean, miles beneath the mosh pit，

when we hit that down-low everybody go atheist.

Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby

Let me see your lips pop round this melody

Club lights flashing, bassline blasting,

I pitch that summer vibe so nasty –

Just one kiss of that soprano,

Got me higher than Miami,

Toot it low, bring it back slow,

Echo in the dark like an 808 glow;

Every tweet is a ticket to ride,

So pucker up, blow, let the whole world know.