Weak

[Hook: Cassie]

So what you talking about, what you talking about

All that bullshit, you...

I'm catching bodies in my sleep, killing niggas call the police

Hundred bottles all on me

That shit so, that shit so weak

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]

Walk up in the club, they're like "oh, goddamn it!"

Got a whole lot of Jane and a whole lot of rings on

Just made another two milli' off a deal

So I'm 'bout to go crazy, get my fuckin' champagne on

Thirty-five bottles when I walk up in the Greystone

Certified platinum anything I put my name on

Pockets fat, so they showed me love, collar, fades on

Grammy-nominated from a song about a pay phone

Stuntin', stuntin' - I'm rollin' up like it's nothin'

If I want it, I'm gon' pay for it

I get it if I want it

My car foreign, I drop back

The roof let the sun in

Game's what a nigga runnin'

Get a check then I'm dumbin'

Ooh, fly nigga, smoke papers only

I'm a made nigga, I be with made men

Fuck niggas I stay away from, dog

They never play me, I never save them

Smoke 'til I pass out, my eyes be all lazy

Keep bringing more bottles, they say you so crazy

I'm like "ten more"

The waitress looked at me like "10-4"

If you ain't spendin' no ends up

Fuck you niggas up in here for?

I'm drunk, can't drive my Benz

High, can't find my friends

Damn near out my mind

Goin' out again, heard how much I made

Watch how much I spend...

[Hook: Cassie]

So what you talkin' 'bout, what you talkin' 'bout?

All that bullshit you...

I'm catching bodies in my sleep

Killin' niggas, call the police

A hundred bottles, all on me

That shit's so, that shit's so weak

Talk shit about me, then speak

That shit's so, that shit's so weak

We done spent your mortgage on weed

I'm catching bodies in my sleep

Killin' niggas, call the police

You swear you ballin' out in these streets

That shit's so, that shit's so weak

[Verse 2: King Los]

They should take the dollar bill and put a fly nigga on it

Yacht, brought Ciroc, but my nigga on it

I'm the shit, in the crib, hella bad

With a motherfuckin' helipad, two fly niggas on it

Poppin' tags, pockets fat as the bitch Cadisha

In my custom Cutty so smokin' I call it Wiz Khalifa

Get your dough and throw that cheese up, man

That's how we makin' pizza

If it's poppin' and I profit, I could probably make a feature

I could probably make a teacher go "what?!"

Rather take a piece of history than a piece of your love

Let me tell you 'bout love, bitch, I love to ball, bitch

I love to ball, bitch, I love to fall, bitch

Cause you get the trap, bitch, I love 'em all

Bet you love your bitch, bet you love 'em all

Bet you rub 'em all on the back like that

She was just up in my section

Checkin' for niggas who really gettin' checks

And who really got whips in the parking lot

Like they look like the Jetsons

I'm fresher than freshman in a Letterman

Them niggas buyin' the bottles?

I mean, who the fuck let 'em in?

We on the couch like Family Guy

I got a brand new Lambi with Brandy's eyes

Got brand design, I got that too legit to quit

I got that hammer time, I got that grammer mind

That mean my bitch is ballin' too, nigga

You know what my bitches is callin' you niggas?

They callin' you bitches, callin' you niggas

Out, no top on the Coupe, call it wiggin'

Ow, can you dig it?

Jump back and kiss myself

Man, every second I miss myself

When I think about the illest niggas they say ever did it

I get inconsiderate like it is just myself

Man, I twist myself a little doobie and do me

So do me no favours, I do it like I'm doing a movie

[Hook: Cassie]