¥$, Kanye West, Ty Dolla $ign, Future - PROMOTION

She said she leavin' her boyfriend
She wanna meet me at a Ritz-Carlton
She lookin' pretty, she lookin' gorgeous
We makin' love, but we heartless

She want ass-shots
Give her face-shots
Back of the Maybach
Your ho get slayed, yeah
Tryna get saved, yeah
Who am I to hate? Yeah
I just wanna get paid
Give my ho a brea-ay-ay-ay-ak

I go gravity above the stars, goin' to Mars when I flow
Can't be trippin' off that money, baby, let a nigga go
Gotta get usеd to this type of service, travеlin' through the back door
I just put a bitch on, bought another nigga ho

I just put your bitch on another bitch and hit 'em both
All a sudden, he a friend when I send that bitch a toast
When she want attention, she disguise it as a post
I forgot to mention, she was mine before she yours
She gon' need the coochie like she cake
All we do is fuck, we don't go on dates
I know some young thug GOATS in L.A.
She just wanna pop a pill and go to space