[Tory Lanez:] Hello baby I’m on Yellow when the vise on And I got money longer than the horizon Got a big plane your baby mama can fly on I ain’t got time even in another time zone (DJ Rockstar) Online I grind ho Offline my grind go, hard like the horns on a rhino I’m so hot shawty you can call me Spyro Bottom of the pot baby you can call me Milo I go in the five O 6-speed fly ho 6 breeze ‘Bout to ’bout to poke it all in her Swiss cheese money that a girl can’t believe Ripley’s hang me on the wall like a star with a crisp T Yeah, your girl sittin’ in my knapsack I be at the dealer doing numbers like cat stacks All chicks said they love a young black lad Rubbin’ on my ugh like it came with a track pad Be in the lot, be in the lot doing donuts Anytime a nigga hit the spot make ’em go nuts Mama wanna hop up in the drop, so what Oh she with her friend, let ’em in ring ’em both up Uh, blow me like a stick of nicotine It’s the mean mister bet your girl’ll let me in between Like I’m tryna intervene, I ain’t tryna intervene Tryna hit your inner spleen harder than a figurine Cîroc poppin’ what’s poppin’, ugh My top droppin’ what’s flockin’ I rock bodies like a nigga pop lockin’ And my crib is set up like the car they shot Pac in Uh, what’s the numbers I can lock in It’s like Christmas all my women got stockings Uh, have something I have stocks in I told them get the money so they only date stocks men What’s good and it’s goody Hit the outlet what jeans which hoodie Day ‘n’ Nite baller call him Kid Cudi Anywhere I go the buzz with me like Woody Yeah, Fly Fres nigga (Canada)
[N-Rimes:] Yeah [?] blind nigga we sicker than [?] slime Ready guys Look, uh LRG designs all my back pockets The bright sides to slop what I stash profit Bad broads is on deck her ass proper Have her sing high notes like she sing opera Block frizzy T-city we getting busy My brother we getting cheddar so women be getting frisky 40 on deck I’m sippin’ it oh yes and ripping this song bless the killah the don next The bottle I gotta go off to the models and walk to the condo Picking combos of chickens like I got a McDonald’s Like which chick hit look at me possibly I don’t know I’m the hottest out the dark so they honor the title Sicker than the sickest bigger than the biggest and I’m flyer than the birds while you swimming with the fishes Flowing like the wind in the winter I’m a winner, shawty know the paper proper I’ma stick her Liquor in my system got me chillin’ like a blizzard ‘Til I’m ’bout to give her DC like I’m wizard I don’t smoke but my TV lighting swishers Brother you can never see me I am iller Better is a heap of ’em, seeing the season I’m finna ether them The heat is needed breath it to each of them See it’s neither easy for your sweet to eat a beat where your greeted please the people keep it lethal spit the B-note That’s killer raps Read the chips, casinos my figures stacked Peep the wrist it’s really cold, Jackson See the fish brother Tito Leave you with a damn scarred face like Pacino, what’s really good My Blackberry keepin’ me stacked very the various plans vary from business to slamming Carey Hillson at Hilton I’m feeling for top ceiling Watch ’cause it’s how I’m finna cop like a villain Props to Locs to support the flock Fresco be the jock open the door’s locked Let’s go hit the spot like the women I rock And spend dough that we’re tricking for guap N-Rimes Let’s get it