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    [Hook: Cassie]
    So what you talking about, what you talking about
    All that bullshit, you...
    I'm catching bodies in my sleep, killing niggas call the police
    Hundred bottles all on me
    That shit so, that shit so weak

    [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
    Walk up in the club, they're like "oh, goddamn it!"
    Got a whole lot of Jane and a whole lot of rings on
    Just made another two milli' off a deal
    So I'm 'bout to go crazy, get my fuckin' 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, collar, fades on
    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 nigga runnin'
    Get a check then I'm dumbin'
    Ooh, fly nigga, smoke papers only
    I'm a made nigga, I be with made men
    Fuck niggas 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
    Fuck you niggas 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...

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    [Hook: Cassie]
    So what you talkin' 'bout, what you talkin' 'bout?
    All that bullshit you...
    I'm catching bodies in my sleep
    Killin' niggas, call the police
    A hundred bottles, all on me
    That shit's so, that shit's so weak
    Talk shit about me, then speak
    That shit's so, that shit's so weak
    We done spent your mortgage on weed
    I'm catching bodies in my sleep
    Killin' niggas, call the police
    You swear you ballin' out in these streets
    That shit's so, that shit's so weak

    [Verse 2: King Los]
    They should take the dollar bill and put a fly nigga on it
    Yacht, brought Ciroc, but my nigga on it
    I'm the shit, in the crib, hella bad
    With a motherfuckin' helipad, two fly niggas on it
    Poppin' tags, pockets fat as the bitch 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, bitch, I love to ball, bitch
    I love to ball, bitch, I love to fall, bitch
    Cause you get the trap, bitch, I love 'em all
    Bet you love your bitch, bet you love 'em all
    Bet you rub 'em all on the back like that
    She was just up in my section
    Checkin' for niggas 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 niggas buyin' the bottles?
    I mean, who the fuck 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 grammer mind
    That mean my bitch is ballin' too, nigga
    You know what my bitches is callin' you niggas?
    They callin' you bitches, callin' you niggas
    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 niggas 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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