Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Daryllick
Daryllick
Performer
Get Ricch
Get Ricch
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daryllick
Daryllick
Lyrics
Get Ricch
Get Ricch
Lyrics
Ron Ricci
Ron Ricci
Songwriter
Daryl Walters
Daryl Walters
Songwriter

Lyrics

Chorus:
Raise a cup, make a toast,
to the family, all my folks,
From a backyard boogie to the city nights,
We going to live it up anywhere, anytime any night.
Verse 1
I'm hotter than a caterpillar on a cactus,
Serving hat tricks with my add libs,
Not an average, I'm the wizard of odd,
The wizard of odd? I get it and mob,
Might moonwalk, off moonshine around noontime,
Spit a few rhymes then I see you tonight,
Red cups filled up, chilled up,
Little mama got some titties , but she got a little butt, so what,
Everybody party like its new years, have a few beers,
Tell the world that I'm in here,
Yeah , ain't nobody tripping,
Its all love to my people in the building.
Grab a bottle feel the vibe and the beat,
Stab a model every night of the week,
I'm hardcode but never thugging,
Two by four like Hacksaw Duggin,
I cut a rug, gigging at any age,
Mix the Absolut with the minute maid,
When I party I'm getting paid,
Stay feeling good up in the shade,
My whole crews living, staying true,
Smiles, Smiles everyone I don't hate you,
Lets match up roll something ,
Its nothing girl stop fronting.
Chorus:
Raise a cup, make a toast,
to the family, all my folks,
From a backyard boogie to the city nights,
We going to live it up anywhere, anytime any night.
Raise a cup, make a toast,
to the family, all my folks,
From a backyard boogie to the city nights,
We going to live it up anywhere, anytime any night.
Verse 2
The court jester at your fiesta,
That Vroom, vroom , vroom don't impress her,
You so typical money,
You ain't balling , balling, balling you got mythical money,
This ain't lyrical dummy, this is passing the joint round,
We in the living room , letting it burn down,
They telling me to rap, said its my turn now,
I said give me that cash money, money, that birdman,
Pitcher like CC Sabathia elite,
I'm in and out of lanes swerving like, beep-beep,
Shaking your peach tree, girl you should meet me,
And we can have a toast to whatever you drinking,
Cutie with a bootie, like facts of life,
All around the world trying to find my wife,
Eenie, meanie, miney, moe one two,
I don't need a few girls, I need you,
But you got to fit the criteria,
Even when its cold like Siberia ,
I ain't Rushin into nothing it's only discussion,
I like busting, I don't like fussing,
Just party let your hair down,
I'm going to hit you up when I'm in your town,
Lets do it like the younger days, holidays,
Yeah, lets celebrate!!
Chorus:
Raise a cup, make a toast,
to the family, all my folks,
From a backyard boogie to the city nights,
We going to live it up anywhere, anytime any night.
Raise a cup, make a toast,
to the family, all my folks,
From a backyard boogie to the city nights,
We going to live it up anywhere, anytime any night.
Written by: Daryl Walters, Daryllick, Get Ricch, Ron Ricci
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