[Verse 1]
Uh, all that ass, girl, I can't take it
No bikini line 'cause she tan naked
[?] in yo' ass, I like your landscaping
And she let me cut, I'ma Band-Aid it
She told me play this jam, this the fan-favorite
We both outta town, what's your plans, baby?
If you don't get what I'm sayin', let me translate it
I don't really think you understand lately
See, I can't have no women in my room
'Cause you already know people gon' assume
Either way it go, bitch, I'm doomed
So you might as well go on and let me boom, boom

[Verse 2]
Goin' to NY, promo, private jet, dolo
Just to get some promo
I was just in NoHo, you my lil' rolo
Got her on a yo-yo, man, this could be your ho
Bought a Bentley coupe, that ain't nothin' but a Volvo
Drove it out the lot, I ain't even get the total
Stop and took a photo, got somewhere to go, though
Ridin' through SoHo, on the radio, it's your show
Called up to the station, like, "Fuck you and the co-host"
Y'all been hatin' since the polo with my logo
I just pour mo' of Four Loko
You can't tell me nun' I don't know
Uh, man these folk be tryna slow-row