[Intro: Diddy] Yo, let me get some blue dot in this bitch Yo, turn up the muthafuckin lights It's about to happen, I feel so high right now
[Hook: Future & Ty Dolla $ign (Diddy)] Ordered up a hundred rosés, need a Benz like blasé, blasé I’m just, whipping Maserati (skurr, skurr, skurr, skurr) I’m just, blasé, blasé (Ayo, this is the remix, you see me bitch?) I’m just, blasé, blasé, blasé, blasé Ordered up a hundred bottles in the club like blasé, blasé Whipping Maserati (skurr, skurr, skurr, skurr) Ohh, blasé, blasé, blasé, yeah, yeah (Ayo, ayo, don't talk if you can't live that nigga)
[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign (Diddy)] Blasé, blasé, blasé Bombay, Bombay, Bombay Watch me do my gin face (Off that Ciroc) We been making plenty Fuck what a nigga say, when he broke anyway We some young renegades Still taking our fades Long dreads with the braids Sawed off 12 gauge Feel like Baby Face Nelson Did a song with BabyFace Bitch I’m reppin' Taylors, bitch I’m reppin' Taylors All my niggas neighbors, we do no favors TC got the backwood I just roll the papers I’m just getting paper I just keep it player I don’t do no cuffing, I will never save her I don’t fuck with [?], fuck George Bush and Ronald Reagan I don’t fuck with Donald Trump he don’t like us I don’t fuck with snitches, mic’d up We be in Atlanta and we piped up You ain’t never seen niggas like us (say what?) Hitting them licks, fucking your bitch Still with the shit, I’m young and I’m rich, young and I’m rich I got hoes nigga, I got hoes in different area codes I think I’m Nate Dogg
[Hook: Future & Ty Dolla $ign (Diddy)] Ordered up a hundred rosés, need a Benz like blasé, blasé (The remix) I’m just, whipping Maserati (skurr, skurr, skurr, skurr) (Ayo, yeah) I’m just, blasé, blasé I’m just, blasé, blasé, blasé, blasé (Still making millions man, hey, hey) Ordered up a hundred bottles in the club like blasé, blasé (Still getting these ills, we ain't going no where bro) Whipping Maserati (skurr, skurr, skurr, skurr) (Still getting these ills, still getting these ills Whatever you need we got it, still getting these ills) Ohh, blasé, blasé, blasé, yeah, yeah (Yeah nigga, yeah nigga, let's go)
[Verse 2: Juicy J] Got your chick in my Ferrari, all I hear is blasé, blasé 'Bout to kick her ass out if she ain't down with the menaging I got icicles all on my belt (yeah) being real ain't never felt better (yeah) I just called my assistant and asked for an update, money all over my schedule Blowing kush all into the ozone, with a first class seat with a robe on (mhm) With a bad little bitch from the projects (yes sir) with a purse full of hydrocodone (always) I do live on Sundays, I do worse 'fore I go on Mondays (let's go) I'm a muthahfuckin' boss I got my sause than Pace Picante Niggas muggin in the club cause they starving I order a hundred wings then send them niggas a bottle (there you go) Tell them they need a job then give me a call tomorrow Now stop staring at me dawg you about to upset my shottas (blow)
[Hook: Future & Ty Dolla $ign (Jeezy)] Ordered up a hundred rosés, need a Benz like blasé, blasé (Now if you gonna come in the club nigga come in the club) I’m just, whipping Maserati (skurr, skurr, skurr, skurr) (If you gon, If you gonna spend it, spend it all) I’m just, blasé, blasé I’m just, blasé, blasé, blasé, blasé (Oh this the remix right here) Ordered up a hundred bottles in the club like blasé, blasé (Yeah I need some gold bottles you know how we do nigga Whipping Maserati (skurr, skurr, skurr, skurr) (Tell them nig