Verse 1

Verse 1

Now I don’t giva [bad word] what niggaz do I’m wearin’ Balmain thousand dollar pants Wake up, bake up, then im in my benz Come to think about it don’t have many friends Go to brunch by my [bad word] self Flirt with girls when they see my car [bad word] em when they see that im a star Neva eva open up or show my heart Its the coldest winter in the summer dog Many women, [bad word] em all They just really want to train a dog Im a real [bad word] to the core Off top baby girl further more Pedal to the metal to the floor On mulholland while im hittin’ corners hard Yea I gotta hit them corners hard I guess im just a lost cause Just a skinny [bad word] with so many flaws Starin’ in the night tight jawed Fingers diggin’ right inside my palm Waitin’ waitin’ for the calm Seem to think I know whats goin’ on I am finally comin’ up alive And it seems the ghost movin’ on

Verse 2

See I could neva have a desk job My work take a [bad word] abroad Meetin’ up late with foreign broads Relaxin’ cuz a [bad word] hustle hard Man I gotta take a load off Need a dime that’ll take her clothes off Take a trip out to Doha Filmin short films on the whim Got dinner in a few with Prince Sheikh Kanye changed a [bad word] life twice Gotta ride, gotta rep, AYE Gettin rid of all the dead weight Niggaz really want me dead, HATE Not my fault im intriguin’ Drinkin and drivin no weevin Pop a molly, feelin’ 10 again Project X type weekend Except a [bad word] [bad word] near 30 Like 21 had never ended Here I go its my second wind [bad word] U already know im goin in And I’ve been waitin’ I’ve been waitin’ to [bad word] on you