Hook:
Good weed, bad women
Fast cars, fast livin
You'da though we got it perfect
All we need is bottle service
Fast lane, high pace
All in, high stakes
And all my people rollin with me throwin it up
Carl:
Please tell the models to escort the bottles
Champagne flights through the night
Man its the life, tonights the night
We gon get right
Girl don't be nervous, we bout that bottle service
Verse 1:
So fly my flights overnight.
You know the guy, few know the life
This lifes a gamble, who rolls the dice?
Those that know their value and know their price
So I live it up
Middle fingers up if you didn't give a fuck what they bringin up
These thirsty niggas buy drinks? (The fuck?)
I'm with models and bottles they bring to us
See my team come 1st like a prefix
And the money come 2nd like a remix
Cause the same people I starved with are the same people I eat with
And its clear to see that we feastin, I got an appetite for destruction
She's Adrianna's complexion with Aphrodite's seduction
I made sure that if I did it, you know that I always did my thing
I'ma handle the shit life brings until that day that we live like kings
And I love it, livin in this moment that we in
And Im just hoping that this moments not the end, until then give me
Hook
Verse 2:
Then I thought to myself like, does it all really matter
Is the cash and the clothes and the baddest of hoes really all that were after
What I jot in verses got you thinking i got it perfect
Til the moments fade and you feel like you're livin without a purpose
Death is promised, life is not and I just gotta live mine
Layin tracks to make a path in case I should forget mine
And this time is uncertain, never sure whats in store
And while I search for something more, can't ignore the allure of the