Best Friend's Ass (Dimitri Vegas & Like Mike Remix)

(Alright, let's go) Walk in VIP, don't need no drink tickets, buddy I got money, milk and honey All my bitches actin' funny Like, uh, they poppin' bottles like, uh They on my body like, uh They got the tab and they call me bad But all I see is fuckboys everywhere tryna make a pass But I can't stop lookin' at my best friend's ass Fu-fu-fuckboys everywhere tryna make a pass But I can't stop lookin' at my best friend's ass Fu-fu– Fu-fu– Fu-fu– Fu-fu-fuckboys Fucking rude Fu-fu– Fu-fu– Fu-fu– (Alright, let's go) Fu-fu– Fu-fu– Fu-fu-fuckboys Fucking rude Fu-fu– Fu-fu– Fu-fu– (Alright, let's go) Emptyin' they pockets like it's gonna make moves They say, "Ooh, I like your shoes Oh you fuck with Jimmy Choo?" Uh, they poppin' bottles like, uh They on my body like, uh They got the tab and they call me bad But all I see is fuckboys everywhere tryna make a pass But I can't stop lookin' at my best friend's ass Fu-fu-fuckboys everywhere tryna make a pass But I can't stop lookin' at my best friend's (Ass) Fu-fu-fuckboys everywhere tryna make a pass But I can't stop lookin' at my best friend's ass Fu-fu-fuckboys everywhere tryna make a pass But I can't stop lookin' at my best friend's (Ass) Fu-fu– Fu-fu– Fu-fu– Fu-fu-fuckboys Fucking rude Fu-fu– Fu-fu– Fu-fu– (Alright, let's go) Fu-fu– Fu-fu– Fu-fu-fuckboys Fucking rude Fu-fu– Fu-fu– Fu-fu– (Alright, let's go) Lights on, gotta leave here now They're clearin' out the room I don't care, let's get some food Fuck that, we're goin' to the moon Like, uh, we poppin', sippin' like, uh And now we trippin' like fuck I feel super, call a Uber But it turns out he's a fuckboy So I told him step up on the gas 'Cause I can't stop lookin' at my best friend's ass Fu-fu-fuckboys everywhere tryna make a pass But I can't stop lookin' at my best friend's (Ass) Fu-fu–