VVS on my neck, I'ma get respect

I don't care what you said, I don’t take nun’ less

I do them drugs in the booth

I took the Perc just for my stress

Private flights to Paris, in some Cartier’s

I don't like when the paparazzi see my face

I put Ecstasy on my tongue, I love the taste

I be sippin' on that Wock wit’ no chase

You don’t want smoke wit’ me

These blunts, they be lace

Shorty brought her own blunts, just in case

You wanna get daddy in a Honda or a Wraith

I get high so much that, that, that shit is a disgrace Switch the pages

Had a threesome wit’ my main bitch

When I'm off the Pеrc, I gotta watch my language

Shorty pop that pussy off a Perc, I could taste it

I bе in a Bentley getting wasted

Code red, Hi-Tech

Bitch I'm half dead took a Perc & I ain’t die yet

I'm in the back of the Rolls Royce truck

I'm in the back of the big body Bentley truck

(Mhmm)

I'm in the back of the Maybach truck

(Yeah)

She said she don't know why

I love Codiene so much

Red Hi-Tech, bitch, it's not fruit punch

You know that these niggas punch

Serving bricks before lunch

Walking dogs by 6, bitch, that's before brunch Shorty want my dick like it's Captain Crunch

(Yeah)

Ain't talkin' bout no munch

Shorty put her hair in a bun

And she ain’t have no scrunchy

Woke up Christmas morning

Had a brand new Aston Martin

My bitch she be pourin’ Wock

I taught her how to bartend