[Intro]
Dennis, you gotta hook me up with some more of this whiskey
Turnt up[Verse 1]
Now I dont give a fuck what niggas doing
Worrying bout my thousand dollar pants
Wake up, bake up in the limo Benz
Come to think about it, dont have many friends
Go to brunch by my damn self
Flirt with girls when they see my car
Fuck em when they see that Im a star
Never ever open up and show my heart
Its the coldest winter in the summer, dawg
Many women, mothafuck em all
They just really want to train a dog
Im a real nigga to the core
Ive got baby girl by the mall
Pedal to the metal to the floor
Imma holler while Im hitting corners hard
Yeah I gotta hit them corners hard[Break]
I guess Im just a lost cause
Just a skinny nigga with so many flaws
Starin in that night, tight drawers
Fingers digging right inside my palm
Waitin waitin for the calm
Seen the thing, I know whats goin on
Im finally comin alive
And it seems the ghost is movin on[Interlude]
You know what that is? Ill tell you what that is, thats a alien bruv, believe it
(Those guys didnt think I would do it, I told you I was gonna do it)[Verse 2]
See, I could never have a desk job
My work take a nigga abroad
Meeting up late with foreign broads
Relaxing cause a nigga hustle hard
Man I gotta take a load off
Meet a dime, let her take her clothes off
Took a trip out to Doha
Filmin short films on a whim
Got dinner in a few with prince Sheikh
Kanye change a nigga life twice
Gotta ride, gotta rep, ay
Getting rid of all the dead weight
Niggas really want me dead, hey
Not my fault Im intriguing
Drinkin and drivin and weavin
Pop a molly, feelin ten again
Project X type weekend
Except a nigga damn near thirty
Like twenty one will never end
Here I go with my second wind
You already know Im goin in
And Ive been waitin
Ive been waitin to shit on you[Outro]
Yeah, G.O.O.D. music we a family
Kid motherfuckin Cudi
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