Rick Ross - In Vein lyrics

[Intro: The Weeknd] I don't got a single sober vein in my body I don't got a single sober vein in my body [Verse 1: The Weeknd] Don't apologize, I quite enjoy messy I see that bottle after bottle got you goin' crazy And doin' shows after shows got me so lazy So ride it out for me, and take it off for me It's a good vibe, good vibe, good vibe Don't you ever threaten n***as with a good time She wanna buy a dream, I said I don't sell it But she can rent it for a night, I don't mind, open wide Cause all this fame, I earned it, I might as well use it Private elevator goin' straight to my unit All my n***as 'round me, gettin' kickback p**y All my k**as 'round me, all be hiding in Stussy Can't nobody stop me, used to be homeless Now that penthouse at the Ritz where my home is Tour bus like a National Geographic b**hes runnin' wild gettin' faded in the bathroom [Hook: The Weeknd] It makes me smile, it makes me smile Cause I got it It makes me smile, it makes me smile Cause I got it All the pain, sweat and tears, just to get a piece But now we got it Man look at the kid now, can nobody stop me I don't got a single sober vein in my body [Verse 2: Rick Ross] f** it like a thug n***a, young n***a, new Ferrari Old money, I just 'fraid the lord with us Condo blow money, like it's all dope money Come short wet n***as, like a speed boat coming, oh lord Mo money, mo money, these rich young n***as ain't ever know money Bel-Air running down the Rollie on her arm Pinky ring six-hundred, what you know about it I'm the champ, baby, Real Deal Holyfield Got the [?] went and bought the crib 25 mil, I'm doing 25-to-life 100 acres, keep my shooters all through the night Every chandelier rented, one-mil 20 chandelier's moterf**er who real I just wanna show her what I live like Wearing a white burqa on a winter night f** a burqa now she in the Bentley That's when she went and tatted double M G Now I ballin' deep, deeper than the rap She give me brain she a mastermind to be exact I give her game and she give it back Sip syrup so I f** slow, sip more I wanna f** more Gotta grind 'till your eyes close, stay strapped till the trap close They scream Maybach on the cell blocks All my dogs who used to sell Glocks They say the n***as in the jail talk How your homies commissary fell off, what make it worse he get an elbows 25-to-life dead wrong on the cell phone [Hook]