Weak

[Hook: Cassie]

So what you talking about, what you talking about

All that bullshit, you ...

I'm catching bodies in my sleep, killing niggas call the police

Hundred bottles all on me

That shit so, that shit so weak

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]

Walk up in the club, they’re like “oh, goddamn it!"

Got a whole lot of chains and a whole lot of rings on

Just made another two milli' off a deal

So I’m ‘bout to go crazy, get my fuckin’ champagne on

Thirty-five bottles when I walk up in the Greystone

Certified platinum anything I put my name on

Pockets fat, so they showed me love, call it faizon

Grammy-nominated from a song about a pay phone

Stuntin', stuntin' — I’m rollin' up like it’s nothin'

If I want it, I’m gon' pay for it

I get it if I want it

My car foreign, I drop back

The roof let the sun in

Game’s what a nigga runnin'

Get a check then I’m dumbin'

Ooh, fly nigga, smoke papers only