The Weeknd - Ebony lyrics

I'm hella posted in the Trump now I think I've finally fell in love now Her name is Tammy, she got hella b*tches She let me fu*k 'em while my ni**as film it My place so empty, need a centerpiece Twenty racks a table, cut from ebony She cut that ivory into skinny pieces Then she clean it with her face, man, I love my baby Man, I love my baby, man, I love my baby Trust me, trust me, I love my baby Man, I love my baby, man, I love my baby, trust me, trust me Oh, yeah, oh, yeah Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, yeah Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, yeah Ooh, oh, yeah Ooh I turn the Ritz into a poor house It's like eviction number four now Go 'head and ash it on the floor now Girl, go 'head and show me how you go down And I feel my whole body peakin' And I'm fu*kin' anybody with they legs wide Got me higher than a ni**a from the West Side East coast ni**a reppin' North Side, never waste a ho's time b*tch, I'm on my own time, fu*k a ni**a co-sign 'Cause I get it better like proline, baby girl, I don't lie Used to have no money for a crib Now my room service bill cost your whole life ni**a try to me step me, I go all-out military I'm camo'd all-out like I'm in the military Free my ni**a Jack, wish he was out in February Perfect time to come out for the album drop But this sh*t a throwaway I got 'em sweatin' off a throwaway Man, this sh*t is such a throwaway (This ain't that album sh*t, man, this just a throwaway) I don't seem to have you ni**as 'round me All I do is cut ni**as from 'round me And they know the reason why they got cut You can lie to the press just to get a buzz 'Cause these ni**as know that I do everything Puppet master over heads, I'm pullin' strings ni**a, I'm the reason everybody gettin' high Singin' slow, rockin' camo tees and white hoes But they can have it, I touch any lane Man, it don't matter, kill it anyway Arenas in the spring, I'm hella paid That means hella face, hella mouth, hella brain These b*tches goin' hard, they losin' shame I got 'em trainin' like they losin' weight I'm in Miami, I fu*k every day I never slow the pace, this sh*t's a throwaway I got 'em sweatin' off a throwaway (yeah, mhm) Man, this sh*t is such a throwaway, yeah, yeah (This ain't that album sh*t, man, this just a throwaway)