[Intro: The Weeknd]

I don't got a single sober vein in my body

I don't got a single sober vein in my body

[Verse 1: The Weeknd]

Don't apologize, I quite enjoy messy

I see that bottle after bottle got you goin' crazy

And doin' shows after shows got me so lazy

So ride it out for me, and take it off for me

It's a good vibe, good vibe, good vibe

Don't you ever threaten niggas with a good time

She wanna buy a dream, I said I don't sell it

But she can rent it for a night, I don't mind, open wide

'Cause all this fame, I earned it, I might as well use it

Private elevator goin' straight to my unit

All my niggas 'round me, gettin' kickback pussy

All my killas 'round me, all be hiding in Stussy

Can't nobody stop me, used to be homeless (Used to be homeless)

Now that penthouse at the Ritz where my home is

Tour bus like a National Geographic

Bitches runnin' wild gettin' faded in the bathroom

[Chorus: The Weeknd]

It makes me smile, it makes me smile

'Cause I got it

It makes me smile, it makes me smile

'Cause I got it

All the pain, sweat and tears, just to get a piece

But now we got it

Man look at the kid now, can nobody stop me?

I don't got a single sober vein in my body

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

Fuck her like a thug nigga, young nigga, new Ferrari

Old money, I just 'fraid the Lord with us

Condo blow money, like it's all dope money

Come short wet niggas, like a speed boat coming, oh Lord

Mo money, mo money, these rich young niggas ain't ever know money

Belaire running down the Rollie on her arm (Arm)

Pinky ring six-hundred, what you know about it (What?)

I'm the champ, baby, Real Deal Holyfield (Huh)

Got the bitches, want it dirty, went and bought the crib

Twenty-five mil', I'm doing twenty-five-to-life

Hundred acres, keep my shooters all through the night

Every chandelier ran a nigga one mil'

Twenty chandeliers, motherfucker, who real (Uh)

I just wanna show her what I live like

Wearing a white Birkin on a winter night

Fuck a Birkin, now she in the Bentley

That's when she went and tatted double M G

Now our bond deep, deeper than the rap

She give me brain, she a mastermind to be exact

She a mastermind to be exact

I give her game and she give it back (Back)

Sip syrup so I fuck slow, sip more I wanna fuck more

Gotta grind 'till your eyes close

Stay strapped 'till the trap close

They scream Maybach on the cell blocks

All my dawgs who used to sell blocks

They say the niggas in the jail talk

How your homies commissary fell off

What make it worse he get an elbows

Twenty-five-to-life dead wrong on the cell phone

[Chorus: The Weeknd]

It makes me smile, it makes me smile

'Cause I got it

It makes me smile, it makes me smile

'Cause I got it

All the pain, sweat and tears, just to get a piece

But now we got it

Man look at the kid now, can nobody stop me?

I don't got a single sober vein in my body