[Hook: Ca**ie]
So what you talking about, what you talking about
All that bullsh**, you ...
I'm catching bodies in my sleep, k**ing n***as call the police
Hundred bottles all on me
That sh** so, that sh** so weak
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Walk up in the club, they're like “oh, goddamn it!"
Got a whole lot of chains and a whole lot of rings on
Just made another two milli' off a deal
So I'm ‘bout to go crazy, get my f**in' champagne on
Thirty-five bottles when I walk up in the Greystone
Certified platinum anything I put my name on
Pockets fat, so they showed me love, call it faizon
Grammy-nominated from a song about a pay phone
Stuntin', stuntin' — I'm rollin' up like it's nothin'
If I want it, I'm gon' pay for it
I get it if I want it
My car foreign, I drop back
The roof let the sun in
Game's what a n***a runnin'
Get a check then I'm dumbin'
Ooh, fly n***a, smoke papers only
I'm a made n***a, I be with made men
f** n***as I stay away from, dog
They never play me, I never save them
Smoke ‘til I pa** out, my eyes be all lazy
Keep bringing more bottles, they say you so crazy
I'm like "ten more"
The waitress looked at me like "10-4"
If you ain't spendin' no ends up
f** you n***as up in here for?
I'm drunk, can't drive my Benz
High, can't find my friends
Damn near out my mind
Goin' out again, heard how much I made
Watch how much I spend…
[Hook: Ca**ie]
So what you talkin' ‘bout, what you talkin' ‘bout?
All that bullsh** you…
I'm catching bodies in my sleep
k**in' n***as, call the police
A hundred bottles, all on me
That sh**'s so, that sh**'s so weak
Talk sh** about me, then speak
That sh**'s so, that sh**'s so weak
We done spent your mortgage on weed
I'm catching bodies in my sleep
k**in' n***as, call the police
You swear you ballin' out in these streets
That sh**'s so, that sh**'s so weak
[Verse 2: King Los]
They should take the dollar bill and put a fly n***a on it
Ya'll bought Ciroc, but my n***a own it
I'm the sh**, in the crib, hella bad
With a motherf**in' helipad, two fly n***as on it
Poppin' tags, pockets fat as the b**h Cadisha
In my custom Cutty so smokin' I call it Wiz Khalifa
Get your dough and throw that cheese up, man
That's how we makin' pizza
If it's poppin' and I profit, I could probably make a feature
I could probably make a teacher go “what?!"
Rather take a piece of history than a piece of your love
Let me tell you ‘bout love, b**h, I love to ball, b**h
I love to ball, b**h, I love to fall, b**h
Cause you get the trap, b**h, I love 'em all
Bet you love your b**h, bet you love 'em all
Bet you rub 'em all on the back like that
She was just up in my section
Checkin' for n***as who really gettin' checks
And who really got whips in the parking lot
Like they look like the Jetsons
I'm fresher than freshman in a Letterman
Them n***as buyin' the bottles?
I mean, who the f** let ‘em in?
We on the couch like Family Guy
I got a brand new Lambi with Brandy's eyes
Got brand design, I got that too legit to quit
I got that hammer time, I got that grammar mind
That mean my b**h is ballin' too, n***a
You know what my b**hes is callin' you n***as?
They callin' you b**hes, callin' you n***as
Out, no top on the Coupe, call it wiggin'
Ow, can you dig it?
Jump back and kiss myself
Man, every second I miss myself
When I think about the illest n***as they say ever did it
I get inconsiderate like it is just myself
Man, I twist myself a little doobie and do me
So do me no favours, I do it like I'm doing a movie
[Hook: Ca**ie]