[Intro] Hot Saturday Sun in my face Cart key jingle We about to blaze [Verse 1] Cruisin’ down the fairway with my homie by my side Cooler in the back, got the speakers on high Step up to the tee, yeah I’m feeling kinda fly Club in my hand, I’m about to let it glide Fresh white polo, little grass on the toes Gold chain swing when I line up the pose Practice swing smooth, crowd hush when I stare Ball look tiny but I treat it like a dare [Chorus] We love to golf Cruisin’ down the fairway, life so bold Drive for show, putt for dough That’s how the story get told We love to golf From the first bright swing to the last slow roll Drive for show, putt for dough Homie, that’s the goal [Verse 2] Tee box talk, little trash, little laugh “Bet you hit the bunker,” then I split it right in half Ball in the air, I just watch it, don’t speak Then we ride to the green like a convoy fleet Cart path jump, got the wheels in a sway [DJ scratching] as we bump down the way GPS beep, say the pin up ahead Got the line in my mind like the words in my head [Chorus] [Bridge] Short grass shimmer Long day winner Sunset dinner But I want one more One more swing One more ring Ball drop, chain swing Hear that roar (yeah) [Verse 3] Homie on the box with the bucket hat low Says “You the driver, but I’m cold with the roll” Lag putt tight, leave it kissing the cup Tap in, backspin, little wrist flick up Marshals watching when we dance on the green High-five, club slide, little shoulder lean From the range to the fringe, we control that flow Whole crew chanting when we walk in slow [Chorus] [Outro] Cruisin’ down the fairway, day run long Loop that line like a backyard song We love this game, let the good times go Drive for show, putt for dough [DJ scratching fade]
