Tyga - Summertime lyrics

[Intro] This that feel good music right here.. Haha it feels good don't it? [Hook] Summer, Summer, Summer, Summertime, Remember those? Summer, Summer, Summer, Summertime, The best times was the Summer, Summer, Summer, Summertime, I love those Summer, Summer, Summer, Summertime [Verse 1] Summertime, the right time, daytime, right length, right watch Like the nice guy, fly guy wit a nice guy Gucci top with the Nike highs Or the LV with the V-Neck T Fly, so fly on the beach Beach chair loud Damn, champagne from the liquor bank On my way to the Chevron got a full tank Now we ride and wherever he wanna go She know I spend C notes on all my peoples Well done, ain't nothing like the pool party fun I got plenty drink, give the pool party some Red rum the whole bottle of patron But, no worries, baby I got more to poor Catering from Roscoe's, Chicken and waffles Together politicking blacks, whites, and Asians I love [Hook] [Verse 2] Oh, the man rose with the millionaire stroke From the 323, to the 310 I got my 23's on Jordan's so important, with my fit already scorching And then 15, before 7 to the Porsche's, we do the 23's No rims, if you see them laid back, just hide til' the driver drive and some of em' get million dollar profits Got it? Now put the Tyga CD in and stop poppin' Meet the bad guy, they call me God in the blue Bugatti Yeah I'm styling in the 6 series, with a bulk wallet Stop it, hah, the sunset looking violent Come vibe with em' get it poppin', no violence No alarm sirens, just me and you cruisin' To the music, this how a young boss do it [Hook]