[Intro: Sean Foreman & Nathaniel Motte]

I mean, what can I say?

Three babies in the backseat singin’ to you

Hey DJ, won’t you play that song for me?

And my hom—and my homies all singing to it

3OH... 3OH!3

[Verse 1: Sean Foreman & Nathaniel Motte]

I ain’t callin’ for a close-up

No clubs, no cars

Bitches with the nose jobs

No dubs, no stars

I’ma do it how I always have

Whiskey in a 40 bag

Pissin’ in the alleyway

Out back of where the party’s at

I’ma spend it on a new whip

New hat, new kicks

Bitches with their huge tits

New gat, new slips

I’ma do it how I always do

Sleep until the break of noon

Wakin’ just to make it through

Another night of shakin’ you

[Chorus: Sean Foreman & Nathaniel Motte]

I mean, what can I say?

Three babies in the backseat singin’ to you

Hey DJ, won’t you play that song for me?

And turn it up on your radio

I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go

I mean, what can I say?

Three babies in the backseat singin' to you

Hey DJ, won’t you play that song for me?

And turn it up on your radio

I got 200 seconds and I’m ready to go

[Verse 2: Sean Foreman & Nathaniel Motte]

I ain’t signing on a new lease

No cooks, no keys

Models with their nose bleeds

White lace, gold beads

I’ma run it like a marathon

Party ‘til I’m 50

Wake up on my parent’s lawn

Them cops still out to get me

And I ain’t sippin’ on a mixed drink

Pinkie out, lips pink

Talking to a rich skank

Filled up like a sperm bank

I’ma go where I always go

Drinks are on the house

Whiskey’s on the rocks

While your sister’s on my mouth

[Chorus: Sean Foreman & Nathaniel Motte]

I mean, what can I say?

Three babies in the backseat singin’ to you

Hey DJ, won’t you play that song for me?

And turn it up on your radio

I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go

I mean, what can I say?

Three babies in the backseat singin' to you

Hey DJ, won’t you play that song for me?

And turn it up on your radio

I got 200 seconds and I’m ready to go

[Bridge: Nathaniel Motte]

And if I was a rich man

I’d never been to sea

Could I take you anyways, girl?

Or would you come with me, baby?

And if I was a sick man

I’d never meant to be

Would you love me anyways, girl?

Or would you marry me?

[Chorus: Sean Foreman & Nathaniel Motte]

I mean, what can I say?

Three babies in the backseat singin’ to you

Hey DJ, won’t you play that song for me?

And turn it up on your radio

I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go

I mean, what can I say?

Three babies in the backseat singin' to you

Hey DJ, won’t you play that song for me?

And turn it up on your radio

I got 200 seconds and I’m ready to go

I mean, what can I say?

Three babies in the backseat singin’ to you

Hey DJ, won’t you play that song for me?

And turn it up on your radio

I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go

I mean, what can I say?

Three babies in the backseat singin' to you

Hey DJ, won’t you play that song for me?

And turn it up on your radio

I got 200 seconds and I’m ready to go