Lyrics:

I smoked the blunt for dinner, another blunt for breakfast,
2 Chainz! Got 'em staring at my necklace,
Let's make a sex tap and put it on Netflix.
Let's make a sex tap and put it on Netflix.


I want it, I want it, she got it, got it
I'm dodging paparazzi, my outfit from Versace
Copy copy, all the nigga just copin'
I just bought me a new watch and this new niggas just watch it.

Hook:
I know you had to tell me your life
I know you had to tell me your life
You know I'm getting money 10-20 for the party
I've been counting this shit all night,
I know you had to tell me your life
I know you had to tell me your life
So yeah I'm getting money 10-20-30-40
I've been counting this shit all night.

When I die, burying me inside the liquor store

[Fergie:]
Cause when I die, Fergie still gon' be gettin' dough
You do what you can, I'll do what you can't
You smoke that Bobby Brown, we on that Shabba Ranks
I got it, you want it, you want it, I got it
My girls go shopping, that ain't a mall, that's my closet
So copy, copy, all these bitches just copy
Honor student wit' double Ds, that ain't the bra, that's my ta-tas

[Hook:]

[2 Chainz:]
I'm gettin' to the monies with an apostrophe
Fucked her on a pile of clothes now she a closet freak
Yeah I bear arms, I got something up my sleeve
And when she with me, she don't wanna leave
She just wanna freak, she don't wanna sleep
Put it in her mouth now she don't wanna speak
Yeah I'm at the club, I got strippers at my table
I call doin' the 69 a favor for a favor
From the cradle to the grave, shoot a nigga from his ankle to his waist
You can tell that I'm paid cause I'm high-class
Fucked a bitch in her eyelashes, we in a jet, who gon' fly past us?
Tint all on my eyeglasses, I don't see ya hater
And bitch I don't get dropped, bitch I drop the label
Goddamn!