[Verse 1: Pouya] I don't think I ever get used to this More money, more feeling more useless I just want to see you Rufus Skip the small talk Take them drawers off Ain't no laws here p**y bald like Amber Rose hair Let me touch you, spread em like Moses Make it clap, let's make a few clips Let it drip, down your lip, don't worry bout sh** My children look so damn awesome I wanna do this more often I can't be the one that's calling My pride be the one that's holding, me back ho I know I act like an a**hole My second intentions are greater I'm waiting for the bell to save me like Slater I wanna be the b**h that made ya And as the plot thickens And my words get wicked Are you sick and tired of this lifestyle that I'm living Are you livid with the bullsh** I been speaking of Thinking of, ways to keep my pockets fat Like the a** of Iggy without being a sh**ty human .44 give her more than a contusion Angels out so when I'm asleep I'm never losing Old hoes hitting my phone, talking about When did you get so famous? Can you help me with my payments? Can we make arrangements?