Text Me When You Make It Lyrics

Brand new Mercedes, Prada for days
Louis from Virgil, Birkin baby
Balenciaga, you in the latest
YSL, you look amazing
Eight in the morning, say that you just got off

Just count up your paper
Come to my room and I′ll be breaking you off
Then send me home later
I just pulled up to Vegas
I'm fucking with you and not the tables
I could be outside later, baby
Say you on your way, just text when you make it

Lately, I been counting blessings as they come
I ain′t been taking no shit from no one
I ain't been getting nothing but love
And I don't hear talking, you gotta show us
Bags, you getting ′em all
Ass can′t fit in they small
Hookah for three in the club
It's me, you and your girl

Don′t trip on exes 'cause you used to it
Hang on to your cool, you ain′t losing it
You ain't intimidated by another bitch

You with a real nigga and you love the benefits
You can barely wait, oh, it′s safe to say
Private destination, brand new Ricky shades
Celebrity workout plan, you been losing weight
Now getting that shake and thick in all the right places
Lately, you was underground but now you mainstream
Taking you to my crib 'cause I don't date
The difference between me and them is night and day
Dinner wherever you want, don′t gotta wait
You shop more than usual

We fuck four times then you gotta go
Say you ′bout to come, you getting close, baby
Say you lost, so I said the most

Lately, I been counting blessings as they come
I ain't been taking no shit from no one
I ain′t been getting nothing but love
And I don't hear talking, you gotta show us
Bags, you getting ′em all
Ass can't fit in they small
Hookah for three in the club
It′s me, you and your girl

Yo, what up? It's your boy Wiz Khalifa, man
The shrooms are kicking in
There's no tequila in my system so there′s nothing to worry about
Or no gin either, but
If you guys want a drink, make sure
Y′all fuck with some of that McQueen
And pour a shot for me
See ya