Tell a driver close the curtains, paparazzi make me nervous
Slow motion when we drivin', gotta chill with all that swervin
All the champagne sippin' I been doin' got me burpin
Besides, I wanna make a entrance, not cause a disturbance
Let's put this shit in motion, make sure that I'm in focus
No edits, this shit's young and raw, keep them cameras rollin
A hundred for the eighth, ain't quittin' shit, nigga, keep smokin
A hundred to the hostess, thanks for the mimosas
Mi casa es su casa, got my feet up on the sofa
Off guard, but never lackin', that's just for the posers
Brushin' off my shoulders, dump the ashes on my coaster
She looked a little closer, like, that's you on them posters
In the flesh, I ain't no poser, real nigga aroma
Stay far from them vultures, them city girls ain't kosher
Gave her backstage passes, turned her to a ticket poacher
Fucked around and ghosted, she could never get no closure
She know that it's over
This number is not accepting calls at this time
I know he did not block me, like, I'm one of these little bitches
Don't be playin' with me, you're not gonna be playin' with me
No time for no Q&A, I'm only talkin' moolah
Ignorin' all that she and he say, I don't do the rumors
You hustlin' from Z to A is backwards, how you movin'
Fifteen minutes of your fame, I seen it all in bloopers
Tell the DJ, turn my tune up, I been drinkin' too much
Please forgive my humor, but I wasn't talkin' to ya
Y'all done fucked my mood up, matter of fact, call me a Uber
Headed to the exit, seen some haters' faces screwed up
Had to stop and dap the crew up, shorty said that she gon' pull up
Asked if I had plans, I told her nothin' that I knew of
Even if I did, you know it's always time for you, love
I'ma hit the store and get some backwoods and some food love
Plus, I need some condoms and a Gatorade, the blue one
Seen some niggas lurkin', tryin' to figure if I knew them
By the time it hit me, it was too late, they was shootin