Verse: Red lipstick, black finger polish; that trigger finger Gun powder as bullets shower, that smoke settles, that scent it lingers Her hands out for them hand-outs, currency lights up the sky The devil wears Alexander Wang, and you're just hoping your fly Halo on top of your mind, dressed in the highest designs She's rolling it up to get high, smoking Chanel NO.5 So many girls in front of the bathroom You said you were waiting for lines You told me you would be back soon, but b**h don't waste my time I said a young n***a ain't got the time for it Waiting for you to undress, Lord As your Giuseppe's step onto the floor Who are you tryna impress who*e? We're up on the top floor, so get your a** up out of that f**ing couture After I hit it once, I guarantee; you gon' be begging for more Hook (x2): You said you want a n***a with some money But baby it ain't easy making money Just bring that a** here to my hotel room Noir designer s*uts in my hotel room Bridge: My hands grip on your thighs Your hands grip on that nine Your mind's lost in my lines My soul's lost in your eyes We get lost in the time, we take off and we fly We take off and get high We do it just to get by Verse 2: Diamonds, fur coats and designers That cold change in that climate Cruel winter, no tops up Money that you want a lot of Material's keeping you locked up Hiding behind that make-up, living a life that you make up Wait now, tell me what you've got to say now Hated me when I starving Well take a look at my plate now You can't even look at my face Walking around with your face My head's up, and my eyes low, my thoughts lost in those strange clouds Tell me what you want from me, I guarantee that I can get it Tell me where you want to be, I guarantee that I'm with it Them n***as ain't spending that dough, then drop 'em Versace linen swimming in that ghost, switching the topic Hook (x2): -- Bridge: --