[Verse 1]
Her lipstick and her Coupe is red
She get stupid bread
"Bandz a make her dance"
'Least that's what Juicy said
She say these n***as suck
And all these bitches fake
But it's your birthday boy
Long as I get this cake
Well I only have plans to drop
Them dollars then I'm out
Cause she know I keep them bands
Like a college in the south
Man, she laid back, so chill
Long hair, gold grill
I got the old school
I got gold wheels
She bust a dope move
And then we go chill
Like hop in the whip, no toupee on
We could make a movie, no Blu Ray on
Bitch Bad, no Lupe song
And I'mma try to fix whatever you say wrong
Like these n***as try to hold me back
These bitches try to hold me back
Since when is that how the homies act
If you real, you gotta show me that
[Bridge]
All that shit she come from it
Glad she ain't end up dumb from it
See the money really got a bitch numb from it
Now-a-days, nobody keep it one hundred
Just do your thing, make your dough
Hit the stage, take the show
Keep your space from basic hoes
And shawty, if you ever need a place to go
I got you

[Hook: The Weeknd]

[Verse 2]
She the type of girl that's hated
By her neighbor's on the low
Said this whole world just so cold
That she feel safer on the pole
She fuck with n***as that ain't shit
But that ain't it, so she like girls
But these hatin', fakin' bitches
Make her so sick, she might url
She said, "They pretend to like me
They don't truly know me
Bandz a make her dance
Just like juicy told me"
If you got that bag, she gon' drop that back
If you drop that stack, she gon' pop that cat
On a motherfuckin' handstand, get it bitch
Don't stop, clock bread
Pop that, like French said
Tell basic bitches, drop dead
In your presence
Speaking of presents, this gift that I got in my hand
Go up in the air, you bustin' it open, I'm dropping them bands
[Bridge] + [Hook]