[Verse 1: Wale (and Travis Porter)]
Look, I was ridin' through wherever like my situation better
Bet they make demands when they see you makin' money

Romanelli custom, make it (buy it)
Haters (priceless), a hundred for the butters
I don't be with squares ('less I'm sittin' on my luggage)

See that's a little different, Damier was a cover
(Now won't you tell me somethin' 'bout the joint that you was thumpin'
Yeah Ralph you know the girl that always askin' 'bout some money)

Yeah, yeah, man cut that talk I ain't ever spendin' nothin'
But some gas and some motha$#&@in' rubbers
Check it on the dash, 120 out speedin'

You play phone tag a minute, was tryna see it
Told her we can be low, pinot and rollin' weed up
(Did you get her on cam?) No brag, but Tarantino

Now you know, so we know, told me I can keep it
(Well ^!$$%, did you smash?) I smashed
(But did you eat it?)

My answer:

[Hook - Wale]

Took her to the room make her bust it wide open
Killed that #~!!@, died with his eyes open
Killed that #~!!@, died with his eyes open

Killed that #~!!@, died with his eyes open
Man, took her to the room make her bust it wide open
Killed that #~!!@, died with his eyes open

Killed that #~!!@, died with his eyes open
Killed that #~!!@, died with his eyes open


[Verse 2: Travis Porter (and Wale)]
Hol' up, wait, chill let it marinate
White girl with a booty call it carrot cake

Black girl with a booty call it double fudge
Brought my ^!$$% along, we havin' double fun
Killed that #~!!@, died with his eyes open

Hopped out the #~!!@ fly with my fly open
You hopped out the #~!!@ fly with your fly open?
With her legs in the sky like the suicides open

Suicide doors, suicide !@^%s
We all up at the crib (it's a quarter past four)
Chillin', (smokin'), drinkin'

Like Jay-Z off-key I'm singin'
OK I met this girl named Sara
Did she pull up in the Panamera?

Nah, that's another broad, this another broad (her?)
(Little yellow tail, but I ain't hit it raw)


[Hook]

[Verse 3: Wale (and Travis Porter)]

(Waddup bro?) Nothin' much Joe
(Tell me about the Brenda you caught up at your last show)
She was playin' hittin' hard to get it (I dig it)

(You sweat it?) A little, blame it all on the liquor
%#@! I was so faded couldn't keep my eyes open
Playin' eye to eye 'til she poke it out for me

Forty-five later she was jumpin' all on me
It was on (It was on, then put on for the homie)
Ok next time I got ya I just caught in the moment

When I bring friends in her friends will get focused
Dogs will be dogs, shones will be shonin
Kitten call me then it die with eyes open


[Hook]