[Intro]
Let's keep it going, Rick
G.O.O.D. Music

[Pre-Chorus]
And I always find, yeah, I always find something wrong
You been puttin' up with this shit for way too long
I'm so gifted at finding what I don't like the most
So I think it's time for us to have a toast

[Chorus]
Let's have a toast for the douchebags
Let's have a toast for the assholes
Let's have a toast for the scumbags
Every one of them that I know
Let's have a toast for the jerk-offs
That'll never take work off
Baby, I got a plan
Run away fast as you can

[Verse]
Twenty-four seven, three sixty-five, pussy stays on my mind
I-I-I-I did it, alright, alright, I admit it
Now pick your next move, you could leave or live with it
Ichabod Crane with that motherfuckin' top off
Split and go where? Back to wearing knockoffs?
Haha, knock it off, Neimans, shop it off
Let's talk over mai tais, waitress, top it off
Hoes like vultures, wanna fly in your Freddy loafers
You can't blame 'em, they ain't never seen Versace sofas
Every bag, every blouse, every bracelet
Comes with a price tag, baby, face it
You should leave if you can't accept the basics
Plenty hoes in the baller-n***a matrix
Invisibly set, the Rolex is faceless
I'm just young, rich, and tasteless, P