[Intro the weeknd]

I don't got a single sober vein in my body

I don't got a single sober vein in my body

[Verse 1 the weeknd]

Don't apologize, I quite enjoy messy

I see that bottle after bottle got you goin' crazy

And doin' shows after shows got me so lazy

So ride it out for me, and take it off for me

It's a good vibe, good vibe, good vibe

Don't you ever threaten niggas with a good time

She wanna buy a dream, I said I don't sell it

But she can rent it for a night, I don't mind, open wide

Cause all this fame, I earned it, I might as well use it

Private elevator goin' straight to my unit

All my niggas 'round me, gettin' kickback pussy

All my killas 'round me, all be hiding in stussy

Can't nobody stop me, used to be homeless

Now that penthouse at the ritz where my home is

Tour bus like a national geographic

Bitches runnin' wild gettin' faded in the bathroom

[Hook the weeknd]

It makes me smile, it makes me smile

Cause I got it

It makes me smile, it makes me smile

Cause I got it

All the pain, sweat and tears, just to get a piece

But now we got it

Man look at the kid now, can nobody stop me

I don't got a single sober vein in my body

[Verse 2 rick ross]

Fuck it like a thug nigga, young nigga, new ferrari

Old money, I just 'fraid the lord with us

Condo blow money, like it's all dope money

Come short wet niggas, like a speed boat coming, oh lord

Mo money, mo money, these rich young niggas ain't ever know money

Bel-air running down the rollie on her arm

Pinky ring six-hundred, what you know about it

I'm the champ, baby, real deal holyfield

Got the bitches, want it dirty, went and bought the crib

25 mil, I'm doing 25-to-life

100 acres, keep my shooters all through the night

Every chandelier rented, one-mil

20 chandelier's moterfucker who real

I just wanna show her what I live like

Wearing a white burqa on a winter night

Fuck a burqa now she in the bentley

That's when she went and tatted double m g

Now I ballin' deep, deeper than the rap

She give me brain she a mastermind to be exact

I give her game and she give it back

Sip syrup so I fuck slow, sip more I wanna fuck more

Gotta grind 'till your eyes close, stay strapped till the trap close

They scream maybach on the cell blocks

All my dogs who used to sell glocks

They say the niggas in the jail talk

How your homies commissary fell off, what make it worse he get an elbows

25-to-life dead wrong on the cell phone

[Hook]