WTF

She can't believe who I've become
This ain't a stunt
What the fuck?
Sex, money, and drugs
Is all I'm living for
I'm young
How could I ever re-adjust?
This ain't a front
What the fuck?
I was poor and now I'm up
So pour it up
'Cause what the fuck?

Turn the suite to a club
Keep the door shut I'm too high to hear complaints
I think there's enough cocaine to get us cuffed on supply of class A
All the money in the safe
It ain't worth a penny in the grave
So I'm spending it on fast cars
Liquor, drugs, women, clubs
Cartier and chains
I'm insane
Bitch I'm
In my domain
A lot of pretty women I could start an agency
I get so faded that they all look like the same to me
Hermès bags, and Coco De Mer on the floor
Another night, another movie scene
Like Tarantino is directing, this ain't new to me
But there's no acting only action, repeat, record

She can't believe who I've become
This ain't a stunt
What the fuck?
Sex, money, and drugs
Is all I'm living for, I'm young
How could I ever re-adjust?
This ain't a front
What the fuck?
I was poor and now I'm up
So pour it up
'Cause what the fuck?

Shut down London every time we hit the street (ooh ooh)
Spend enough to make the club rent free (ooh ooh)
Getting brizzy in the backseat of the Jeep (New Shoes)
If she use her tongue and doesn't use her teeth (ooh ooh)
Amphetamine paranoia, I've been popping like I can't OD
Fast lane living, my heart racing off of that speed

She can't believe who I've become
This ain't a stunt
What the fuck?
Sex, money, and drugs
Is all I'm living for, I'm young
How could I ever re-adjust?
This ain't a front
What the fuck?
I was poor and now I'm up
So pour it up
'Cause what the fuck?



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