Margarita, salt the rim
Kick your shoes off and let me in
In the morning when we're done
Text your friends and we maybe can have some fun

And I can scoop them in the minivan
Today is playing perfect
As long as I'm not workin'

One, two, three fuck-in' hell yeah
Five, six, seven, eight nine times on the way
One, two, three fuck-in' hell yeah
Fuck-in' hell yeah, say fuck-in' hell yeah
One, two, three fuck-in' hell yeah
Five, six, seven, eight, Grey Goose lemonade
One, two, three fuck-in' hell yeah
Fuck-in' hell yeah, say fuck-in' hell yeah

I got a paycheck and quit my job
Drinking Red Bull without a cause
We can party at your house
I hope your parents don't come home before we bounce

And This is my time, your time, our time yeah
We're not going after midnight
Drinking in the sunrise

One, two, three fuck-in' hell yeah
Five, six, seven, eight, nine times on the way
One, two, three fuck-in' hell yeah
Fuck-in' hell yeah, say fuck-in' hell yeah
One, two, three fuck-in' hell yeah
Five, six, seven, eight, Grey Goose lemonade
One, two, three fuck-in' hell yeah
Fuck-in' hell yeah, say fuck-in' hell yeah

Yeah

One two three I don't give a fuck
I five on it if you wanna have six
You can find me at the 7/11 round eight-nine o'clock
With ten-eleven dudes and my twelve-inch Reeboks

One, two, three fuck-in' hell yeah
Five, six, seven, eight, nine times on the way
One, two, three fuck-in' hell yea
Fuck-in' hell yeah, say fuck-in' hell yeah
One, two, three fuck-in' hell yea
Five, six, seven, eight, Grey Goose lemonade
One, two, three fuck-in' hell yeah
Fuck-in' hell yeah, say fuck-in' hell yeah