Summertime vibes. Tequila. Tan lines. Beaches.
Let's party in my Cabana!
Lyrics
The summer sun shines off the water/
I could drift away on its crystal waves/
I’m watching ladies as they swim invite me in/
But it ain’t my time right now/
I’m in a cabana/
It feels like Havana how Cubana’s just stand around/
It’s Miami beaches/
To Vegas for weekends and I’m giving you how that sounds/
‘Cuz at the ocean you don’t party plan/
And at the pool you play some jams and let it bang/
She peeped me grooving with some dank in hand/
Made her way over broke it down start doing her thang
It’s tequila drinks and swimsuits with the grill on/
Her sun-kissed skin and curves are what I feel on/
Then I told her ain’t nobody out here as fine as you/
Baby look how they eyeing you, (baby)/
Beachside playing in the sand/
Poolside working on your tan lines/
Don’t let him walk away, take a chance/
The summer’s for lovers
Beachside playing in the sand/
Poolside working on your tan lines/
Don’t let her walk away grab her hand/
The summer’s for lovers
I watch her sashay to the pool now/
I think it’s time for me to swim/
She slowly slips below the surface/
But she got me thirsty so I put my drink to the side
I see bikinis and thank sunny weather/
She in the pool but say I get her wetter (yeah)/
Well watch me make it splash when I dive in/
And make like water parks when I slide in
‘Cuz at the ocean you don’t party plan/
And at the pool you play some jams and let it bang/
She peeped me grooving with some dank in hand/
Made her way over broke it down start doing her thang
It’s double shots and swimsuits with the grill on/
Her sun kissed skin and curves are what I feel on/
Then she told me ain’t nobody out here as fine as you/
Baby look how they eyeing you, (baby)/
Beachside playing in the sand/
Poolside working on your tan lines/
Don’t let him walk away, take a chance/
The summer’s for lovers
Beachside playing in the sand/
Poolside working on your tan lines/
Don’t let her walk away grab her hand/
The summer’s for lovers
Wet t-shirts and bikini bottoms will get it popping, bruh/
Don’t ask if we got beer you should just go ahead and cop it/
Backflips, jack knives, gainers, and belly-flopping/
Girl your swimsuits awesome, going topless is still an option tho/
Women, weather, weed they make it optimal/
Now I’m chilling on a beach sipping concoctions slow/
With each pair of breast’s I’m counting my blessings/
Fuck around and look up at the sun just to thank him for his dresses/
Girl I’m tryna have Christmas in July, now let me unwrap them presents
Whether I’m chilling with my bros or rolling with my baby/
(As) long as ladies there to play I’m down to stay the day/
She said she wanna have some fun getting darker in the sun/
But since that fetty’s all I chase, baby won’t you come my way/
The cushions are plush and the scene is outrageous/
I’m at the Mandalay pool wasted chopping game with a waitress, yes!/
Canopies so sun it can’t tan us, palm leaves just to fan us/
Bamboo make me feel like a panda, could tell where her hand was/
She might fuck me in this cabana (sheesh)
Beachside playing in the sand/
Poolside working on your tan lines/
Don’t let him walk away, take a chance/
The summer’s for lovers
Beachside playing in the sand/
Poolside working on your tan lines/
Don’t let her walk away grab her hand/
The summer’s for lovers