Hollywood Medication

Lyrics
[Intro] I'm tryna... Shit, I'm boutta get on a plane now No That's right, call me Call me, I'mma do lunch You know... Know what they say [Hook] You know they say That the finest things in life is free (I work for me, n***a, what?) Time for you to cough it up—Don't you owe me? What the fuck... I know one thing, though; you better (Pay me) Bitch You know they say That the finest things in life is free (I spend it up, save it up) Double up, triple up, then leave the casino, but I know one thing, though; you better (Pay me) Bitch [Verse 1] I like (Like) Shit, like Cartier I like big girls—(What the fuck you just say?!) I like big girls (Hah...) But not that big Don't want no pig, yo, 'cause I'm only fivе-foot-nine as it is Super 3, gettin' monеy, LA, ATL connect, got a new jet, no lookin' back At the club, girl, I douse you with champagne, then we [?] you Imagining me on top of the world, eatin' caviar from spoons made from mother-of-pearls [Hook] You know they say That the finest things in life is free (I work for me, n***a, what?) Time for you to cough it up—Don't you owe me? What the fuck... I know one thing, though; you better (Pay me) Bitch You know they say That the finest things in life is free (I spend it up, save it up) Double up, triple up, then leave the casino, but I know one thing, though; you better (Pay me) Bitch [Verse 2] I'm all business like a Blackberry, keep my girl in Burberry Smellin' like some strawberries, get us out to France on a ferry ...'Cause I want all the finest things in this life Smell good, dress nice, got a kid, maybe a wife Jetsettin', money gettin', and I got five whips And hangin' with my homies, doin' acid trips Now it's all about the shawty with the sexy lips And the [?] automatics with [?] clips [Outro] (Oooh!) Pay me, bitch (Oooh!) Pay me, bitch
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Credits
- Writers
- Om’Mas Keith