Lyrics
You got a job, make many many moola
Number one, one, you deserve a high five
You put your pants on, got some hair done
Talk a dirty dancing, high five
(Hey hey hey)
High five
(Hey hey hey)
High five
You made a friend at a party in the West End
Slept on a bench, yeah, you deserve a high five
You feeling Fresh Prince, popping all those breathmints
Get a little tongue twist, way to go, high five
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
You had work done, you’ve been work done
Macho macho man, high five
You got a job, make many many moola, moo moola, many moola, high five
You put your pants on, got some hair done
Talk a dirty dancing, well done, high five
You got a job (job)
You made a friend (friend)
You got laid at the party in the West End
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Even when I’m missing the mark, I keep on nailing it
When I said I love you a lot, I meant a little bit
Slap me a little «hands up,» because I’m killing it
I think I’m killing it
I’m really killing it
Yeah, I’ve been talking a lot
And I know you must be thinking that I’m calling the shots
But I’m just the one who’s drinking them, and connecting the dots
Connecting the dots, and poppin' the pops
Yeah, I’ve been talking a lot
And I know you must be thinking that I’m calling the shots
But I’m just the one who’s drinking them, and connecting the dots
Connecting the dots, and popping the pops, pop, popping the pops
Yeahhhhhh, high five
Even when I’m missing the mark, I keep on nailing it
When I said I love you a lot, I meant a little bit
Slap me a little «hands up,» because I’m killing it
I think I’m killing it
I’m really killing it
Well done, hive five