[Chorus: Vic August]
I'm sipping too much of that drank
I'm off of too much of that dank
I mix emotions and champagne
Only need you calling my name
I'm on the top floor with my gang
Cyaan hang
You can put all that on my name
Cyaan hang

[Post-Chorus: Vic August]
I’m on the whoa, shawty
I’m on the road, shawty
I’m on and you know, shawty
If I go you go, shawty

[Verse 1: Vic August]
New Celine, for my Selena
On the scene, don’t do no prenup
Keep that for me, keep that for me now
Seven deep, seven on the
My man are Rolls Royce trappers
I give a fuck about a rapper
I'm coming for everything that matters
I had a heart until it shattered
I'm tryna fuck on a Kylie, a Jordan, a Kendall might fly to Calabassas
I shoot my shot like the Mavericks, my team full of shooters, my shout go out to Dallas