location: toronto; status: five star hotel
four seasons. them chumps right upstairs
they know not to come down here playin' no real niggas. mood: i'm still up countin' five hundred thousand cash. nicki in the bedroom sleep
i've been in my cell for a week straight
shit's so real it seems fake
let me take 'em to the green gate
when we was sellin' white girl
audemar shinin' like it need a light bill
these niggas dick ride like they don't even like girls
a hundred thousand for the jet
yeah that's the flight bill
cost four bricks to go to the liv nigga
twenty-five bad bitches what we did nigga
that's fifty different louboutins bleedin' red nigga
i ain't blood and i ain't crippin' neither
on the phone with the plug talkin' justin bieber
i made a milly last week and i ain't touch it neither
straight cash tryna give 'em straight gas
catch you out in brooklyn
my philly boys'll creep up on you when you ain't lookin'
screamin' free the real preme
whippin' somethin' real mean
marchin' all these fuckin' drums on me like a drill team
i be with my young niggas
all they know is kill things
don't make me make a real scene
said dreamin' wasn't enough
we had to chase that shit
you ain't write it' nigga
and you claimin' you hov now? why you state that shit?
niggas be talkin' out they face
but soon as you body somethin' they be singin' like they drake
niggas dancin' like they fruitcakes
hotline bling don't get no bing up in this new wraith
swap that bag with the suitcase
robbed you in your city and you told
now it's time to pay the tolls
soft as the lacrosse team
word to god i'm on the floor still
me and nicki watchin' the sixers
asked me to hold the dc chain
omelly told me get it back cause he's like boy's a bitch"