Text Me When You Make It

Ride a Mercedes, Prada for days

Louis from Virgil, Birkin Baby

Balenciaga, you in the latest

YSL, you look amazin'

Eight in the mornin', say that you just got on

Just count up your paper

Come to my room and I'll be breakin' you off

Then send you home later

I just pulled up to Vegas

I'm fuckin' with you and not the tables

I could be outside later

Baby, see you in your way, just text when you make it

Lately I been countin' blessings as they come

I ain't been takin' no shit from no one

I ain't been gettin' nothing but love

And I don't hear talkin', you gotta show us

Bags, you gettin' them all

Ass can't fit in, they small

Hookah for three in the club

It's me, you and your girl

Don't trip on exes 'cause you used to it

Hang on to your crew, you ain't losin' it

You ain't intimidated 'bout another bitch

You with a real nigga give you a lot of benefits

You can barely wait, always safe to say

Private destination, brand new Ricky shades

Celebrity workout plan, you been losin' weight

Organic, that shit gettin' thick in all the right places

Lately you was underground, but now you mainstream

Takin' you to my crib 'cause I don't date

The difference between me and them is night and day

Dinner wherever you want, don't gotta wait

You shop more than usual

We fuck four times and you gotta go

Say you 'bout to come, you gettin' close

Baby, say you lost, so it's at the most

Lately I been countin' blessings as they come

I ain't been takin' no shit from no one

I ain't been gettin' nothing but love

And I don't hear talkin', you gotta show us

Bags, you gettin' them all

Ass can't fit in, they small

Hookah for three in the club

It's me, you and your girl

Yo, what up? It's your boy, Wiz Khalifa, man

The shrooms are kickin' in

There's no tequila in my system so there's nothin' to worry about

OR no gin either, but you guys wanna drink?

Make sure y'all fuck with some of that McQueen and pour a shot for me

See Ya