Letras de Text Me When You Make It

Brand new Mercedes
Prada for days
Louis from Virgil
Birkin, baby
Balenciaga
You in the latest
YSL
You look amazing
8:00 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 you home later
I just pulled up to Vegas
I'm fucking with you and not the tables
I could be outside later, baby
See you on your way, just text when you make it
Lately, I′ve 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, it ain′t 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
Or getting that shit getting 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 cum, you getting close
Baby
Say you love sunset the most
Lately, I've 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, it ain′t 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 to drink, make sure y′all fuck
With some of that McQueen and pour a shot for me
See ya