[Verse 1: Fortay]
Smokin' weed and drinking up, shit, I'm just hanging
Hotel staff probably think a cunts slanging
Drug weighing, pay trip up my alias
Quick to make a flip, fuckin baggin' up that Taylor Swift
Ain't no player shit, I just fuck a lot
Pump the stuff a lot, probably done it on your fuckin' block
Cop another drop, flip a move and shit doesn't stop
Bunch of thots, in and out this bitch, like the fuckin' broth
At the Meriton, it fuckin' never ends
Stash spot on level 4, party up on level 10
Getting bent on hen in the spot lifted
God's gift is... What are cunts smokin'?
This is a scene mixing lean hittin' green
Shit between my knees keen zip the jeans
The lick could be your dreams
Create a fuckin wish, man, I love the biz
Random cunts and bitches ain't allowed
Shut the door no one allowed its' goin' down, fuck 'em all

[Hook: Huskii]
Rollin' Kelly and the Swisher Sweets, no business sweet
We up in the penthouse, where the lifts are secret
A missin' P will be sleep, and we almost did the cleaners
It's bittersweet how we keep hopin' these suits on weekends
[Verse 2: Huskii]
I ain't hungry, deliveries not from dominos
I'll stick this note in my nose then I'll yell, "Geronimo"
I got this bed alone cuzzy, 'cause I ain't wanna hoe
She's only up in these Meriton's when I get her snow
I always make her use credit cards on the check in though
Been getting dough in the club from cunts tryna get her home
Never giving it up, but she never tell 'em, "No"
We make em empty out accounts and get me better clothes
She knows the go these elevators her second home
She's up and down like my mood swings after hella coke
This penthouse still got no charge for my telephone
I'm rachet, just made a plastic bong with a metal cone
We just came back from the stadium, had the shellest show
Chilli glow and I filled the sprinter with 20 hoes
Fort's cup costs more than most of your rents at home
So many memories in Meriton's that I'll never know

[Hook: Huskii]
Rollin' Kelly and the Swisher Sweets, no business sweet
We up in the penthouse, where the lifts are secret
A missin' P will be sleep, and we almost did the cleaners
It's bittersweet how we keep hopin' these suits on weekends

[Verse 3: Chillinit]
Huskii, brother please, pass me this fucking J, we lit
I'm cuttin' up the shunder regardless of if the pay was split
This ain't for profit brother we last a day with it
She's trippin off the chronic she's asking me what the strain it is
We don't do no english my girl be Saudi Arabian
She wants to know the business and ask where half the payment is
I'm bout my bitches, I'm the master of takin risks
So I be round the riches, you don't know half of the pain I'm in
It came from Mykanos, hit the crop, puff the kush
I was playing games with some animals like the Jungle Book
She poppin this valium because the shunder good
She cum in the shower and then I rock her world
Fuck her for an hour, the water flooded the concierge
Give the spliff and the swisher inside my thotys purse
Spendin all my dollars and tryna fuck all the lobby girls
Told her friends come on bender 'cause the herb is ill
It's Californian, we ordered it from the terminal
I keep the doobie consume them 'cause the girls are chill
Tryna get my number 'cause bud I got is purple still
My green P in a safe and you on your leaner's still
Talakai off his face and he popped a dirty pill
Wombat be all in the back and he got the verbal skill
Meriton