But I been talking to God for so long That if you look at my life I guess he's talking back Fucking with my clique What you doin' in the club on a Thursday? Hey, you remember where we first met? What she order, fish filet? Act like you'll ever be around mothafuckas like this again Bougie girl, grab my hand Fuck that bitch; she don't wanna dance Excuse my French, but I'm in France, I'm Tho My bitch Hot in sayin' Prince Williams ain't do it right if you ask me 'Cause I was him I would have married Kate and Ashley What's Gucci, my nigga? Maybe we could still make it to the church steps But first, you gon' remember how to forget After all these long-ass verses I'm tired, you tired, Jesus wept Coke on her black skin made it stripe like a zebra I call that jungle fever You will not control the threesome Just roll the weed up until I get me some We formed a new religion No sins as long as there's permission And deception is the only felony So never fuck nobody without telling me Sunglasses and Advil Last night was mad real Sun coming up, 5 a. What's that jacket, Margiela? Fur coat? Thanksgivin' So hey, maybe we can make it to Christmas She asked me what I wished for on my wishlist Have you ever asked your bitch for other bitches? She looking like she owe you some You know just what we want I want to wake up with you in my beautiful morning My momma was raised in the era when Clean water was only served to the fairer skin Doin' clothes you would have thought I had help But they wasn't Tho My bitch Hot in unless I picked the cotton myself You see it's broke nigga racism That's that "Don't touch anything in the store" And it's rich nigga racism That's that "Come in, please buy more" "What you want, a Bentley? She say she only here for her girl birthday They ordered champagne but still look thirsty Rock Forever 21 but just turned thirty I know I got a bad reputation Walking-round-always-mad reputation Start a Fight Club, Brad reputation I turnt the nightclub out of the basement I'll turn the plane 'round, your ass keep complainin' How you gon' be mad on vacation? Okay, I Tho My bitch Hot in remember where we first met But hey, admittin' Tho My bitch Hot in the first step And hey, you know ain't nobody perfect And I know, with the hoes I got the worst rep But hey, their backstroke I'm tryna perfect And hey, ayo, we made it: A diamond chain?