That's the hold up
My bitches always show us
Show us some love
They hate us cause they owe us
You ain't got none
Your mind is filled with gold dust
We're so wasted
We run around the tour bus
I got a purpose
This year sipping gin
Counting money
These stacks I'm cashing in
Just a gold digger
You see the rope on my chain
Bitch I'm Stoli
And I'm tryna ball again
Wasted
I'm feeling wasted
Wasted
Tell me can you taste it
Wasted
I feel so wasted
Wasted
Everything is faded
Say what you want
I still be playing with the drums
Banging on the bus
It hit hard like I'm in Iran
Throw them rocks
Get that 40 with that kick back
Make it cold
Kinda track that bring that bitch back
Cause we be rapping hard
You've seen us trapping hard
All day, all ghetto
Got some fashion I'm a fashion star
Cooking mussels with some caviar
Same clothes I'm not going far
Faith nigga when I go to mall
Faith nigga like a superstar
Wasted
I'm feeling wasted
Wasted
Tell me can you taste it
Wasted
I feel so wasted
Wasted
