[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…
[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