[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly] Ay, gold flakes on my steaks Vodka in my Perrier I don't have no table manners I'm a savage every day I don't cry but I smoke onions Fuck bitches up at Runyon My squad just bought machine guns In case you haters up to something, boom Woah, woah, dude wait The crib looking like SoHo UK Big budget finna ball like 2k I got a boutique in my closet Big booty bitch making me coffee And the crib speakers only play vinyl I got the Fugees killin' me softly Gold chains on my dick Feeling like 2Pac in this bitch Feeling like Scarface in this tub Feeling like Snoop Dogg smoking this nug Tatted from the toes up looking like a thug Eyes all red, got 'em looking like plug Take a piss test, it'll look like drugs Take a piss test, it'll look like drugs