[Verse 1]
Her lipstick and her Coupe is red
She get stupid bread
"Bandz a make her dance"
'Least that's what Juicy said
She say these n***as s**
And all these b**hes fake
But it's your birthday boy
Long as I get this cake
Well I only have plans to drop
Them dollars then I'm out
Cause she know I keep them bands
Like a college in the south
Man, she laid back, so chill
Long hair, gold grill
I got the old school
I got gold wheels
She bust a dope move
And then we go chill
Like hop in the whip, no toupee on
We could make a movie, no Blu Ray on
b**h Bad, no Lupe song
And I'mma try to fix whatever you say wrong
Like these n***as try to hold me back
These b**hes try to hold me back
Since when is that how the homies act
If you real, you gotta show me that
[Bridge]
All that sh** she come from it
Glad she ain't end up dumb from it
See the money really got a b**h numb from it
Now-a-days, nobody keep it one hundred
Just do your thing, make your dough
Hit the stage, take the show
Keep your space from basic hoes
And shawty, if you ever need a place to go
I got you
[Hook: The Weeknd]
[Verse 2]
She the type of girl that's hated
By her neighbor's on the low
Said this whole world just so cold
That she feel safer on the pole
She f** with n***as that ain't sh**
But that ain't it, so she like girls
But these hatin', fakin' b**hes
Make her so sick, she might url
She said, "They pretend to like me
They don't truly know me
Bandz a make her dance
Just like juicy told me"
If you got that bag, she gon' drop that back
If you drop that stack, she gon' pop that cat
On a motherf**in' handstand, get it b**h
Don't stop, clock bread
Pop that, like French said
Tell basic b**hes, drop dead
In your presence
Speaking of presents, this gift that I got in my hand
Go up in the air, you bustin' it open, I'm dropping them bands
[Bridge] + [Hook]