[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
She drive five hours for a n***a just to get some long dick
No flowers from her n***a out in Luxembourg
She came to Paris for a n***a
She want to introduce her parents to a n***a, sh**
I just came from Milan, I had a threesome with two white b**hes
Almost had a four but the black girl didn't even like b**hes
I let her s** the dick, and pa**ed her to my n***a
Bunch of bad b**hes in Geneva
Twenty bottles in the club on my Visa
Smokin' like a Taylor at my table, uh
It's Pushaz Inc., the motherf**in' label, and that XO
All my n***as on that dick, we sold ourselves to the devil
Local n***as say that, tell em to first get on my level
Out in Berg in the coupe slidin'
With a b**h, 'bout to get it poppin'
[Hook: The Weeknd]
And she gon' give it up cause she know I might like it (x4)
Baby girl, you know what I like
Baby, you know just what I like
Baby, you know what I like
[Verse 2: Belly]
Dabbin' up, dabbin' up, I just hit the wax for breakfast
b**hes tryna leave quick so they can't find a exit
Chest feeling heavy like a 16 hour [?]
Chest feeling heavy like I'm pourin' up in Texas
Told a b**h come over give me a perm, spit some G to ya
Don't you tell these hoes what you learn, this is free for ya
Kush got a triple action on some smokey sh**
Long dick reach deep down, in fallopian
Half Brazilian her a** was Amazonian
Dab by the slab, got you feeling like it's opium
XO, bad hoes they call me Dablo Esco
Unless it's money me no hablo
Still wish I could have you, now I wish you would leave
Got n***as payin' your rent, you keep a trick up your sleeve
Money hidden in the walls like it's insulation
Couple Asian b**hes, call it an orientation
[Hook]
[Verse 3: The Weeknd]
Baby girl, you know what I like
Baby, you know just what I like
I just pa**ed that "n***a fell off" stage
Just sold out the O2 at my own pace
I can say that I’m attached to nobody
I been getting paper while these n***as tryna stop me
Shout my n***a Doc, that’s a mentor
Had some bad business, nothing personal
But now the word out that we back
On some young Quincy Jones, dark skin Michael Jackson
And these the motherf**ers that they packaged
Their new sh** all be sounding like my past sh**
Bring your girl to my show, give her floor seats
Then she go downtown like she owe me
XO, XO, XO
Mix it up, pour it up, take it down slow
This is my sound, n***a, f** your sound
Did it from the ground, ask around, b**h
When I touch down, I'ma shake sh** up
f** your new man, I'ma break it up
He can come back when I go on the road
But that p**y mine for the next three months
’Cause the kid back, kid back, kid back
Cop ten whips for my n***as when we land
Queen Street n***a making money overseas
Had a few more debts, I'ma pay it all in cash
Shout out XO, shout out to the boy
Broke bread on tour, man, it’s all love now
Shout my n***a Stix, doing good in these streets
Bet he popping more bottles than us right now
Reason why they stressing, city never sunny
When the kid come through with more n***as than Apollo
But ain’t sh** funny, can’t nobody stop me
All my hoes are trained, I make all of them swallow
All of them swallow
All of them swallow
All of them swallow
I make all of them swallow
All of them swallow
All of them swallow
All of them swallow
I make all of them swallow
All of them swallow
All of them swallow
All of them swallow
I make all of them swallow
All of, all of
All of them swallow
All of them swallow
I make all of them swallow