When I pull in, I love to make a scene My intention from the start is to get there too late And my guesthouse, it's gonna take all the legs And think about it, it's my brother's car She's flexible and smooth like Shaolin She's starting to move backwards But wait, where are you going? I've got bottles on my table, we're not going home She's drinking two beers, she says she's from Nyborg But the people in front of me look like they're from Cuba And when she's dancing, she's bombing the club like in New York You'd think Big Shot could come in soundless But he came in a Tesla, so we hit the bus His driver was in the club and he was holding you So she looked at him, gave me a kiss All eyes on me All eyes on me All eyes on me All eyes on me All eyes on me Baby, me, I'm not packed, I'm more like a pack in a valet Sliced ​​sun in my pocket, peacock dress Long story short, I don't want to be in L.A. I was overseas, just like D.B.I. With Ferrari horses, not on E20 They come in with tight clothes, I come in with baggy jeans And the same goes for my jeans And with the same team, those who were there in the teens The time we made beats on Just Eat You'd think Big Shot could come in soundless But he came in a Tesla, so we hit the bus His driver was in the club and he was holding you So she looked at him, gave me a kiss All eyes on me All eyes on me All eyes on me All eyes on me All eyes on me All eyes on me All eyes on me All eyes on me All eyes on me All eyes on me