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[Hook: Cassie]
So what you talking about, what you talking about
All that bullsh*t, you ...
I'm catching bodies in my sleep, killing n*ggas call the police
Hundred bottles all on me
That sh*t so, that sh*t 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*ckin’ 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*gga runnin'
Get a check then I’m dumbin'
Ooh, fly n*gga, smoke papers only
I’m a made n*gga, I be with made men
f*ck n*ggas I stay away from, dog
They never play me, I never save them
Smoke ‘til I pass 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*ck you n*ggas 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: Cassie]
So what you talkin' ‘bout, what you talkin’ ‘bout?
All that bullsh*t you…
I’m catching bodies in my sleep
Killin’ n*ggas, call the police
A hundred bottles, all on me
That sh*t’s so, that sh*t’s so weak
Talk sh*t about me, then speak
That sh*t’s so, that sh*t’s so weak
We done spent your mortgage on weed
I’m catching bodies in my sleep
Killin' n*ggas, call the police
You swear you ballin' out in these streets
That sh*t’s so, that sh*t’s so weak

[Verse 2: King Los]
They should take the dollar bill and put a fly n*gga on it
Ya'll bought Ciroc, but my n*gga own it
I’m the sh*t, in the crib, hella bad
With a motherf*ckin' helipad, two fly n*ggas on it
Poppin' tags, pockets fat as the b*tch 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*tch, I love to ball, b*tch
I love to ball, b*tch, I love to fall, b*tch
Cause you get the trap, b*tch, I love 'em all
Bet you love your b*tch, 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*ggas 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*ggas buyin' the bottles?
I mean, who the f*ck 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*tch is ballin’ too, n*gga
You know what my b*tches is callin' you n*ggas?
They callin' you b*tches, callin' you n*ggas
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*ggas 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: Cassie]
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