[Verse 1]
Ay, two cups of my favorite
Just bought a new crib and it’s spaces
Came with a swimming pool full of Grey Goose and a few bitches in the basement
Uh, I went to jail lookin’ like Jaden
But I came home lookin’ like Damon
I’m finna name my first tour Rehab
‘Cause a n***a still goin’ through them stages
The price of fame, I done paid it
If it’s money to be made, I’ma chase it
I’m ballin’, n***a, no agent
Man, fuck the world with an ace dick
And it don’t pay to be patient
I put in work like a day shift
And put holes in your face like Jason
Nah, I don’t miss, I’ve been workin’ on my aimin’
N***a, I eyeball it, don’t weigh it
My team deep like the Wayans
I got a dance left in this wrist of mine and for that white girl I’ma save it (What up baby?)
I’m just tryna be Frank like shameless
You n***as tryna be Frank off Shameless
Man, word to the homie Doug E. Fresh (Fresh)
Everybody love me like Raymond
Diamonds all black, I’m a racist (Racist)
Ciroc comin’ in by the cases (Cases)
I got a fuckin’ blowjob in the mornin’
And after random bullshit I prolly’ won’t make it
Back to my black [?]
I talk money and these fag n***as hate it
My last cut, I told 9Milly “Tape it”
I want mine now, n***a, fuck waitin’
[Chorus]
N***a, I’m faded
Man, n***a, I’m faded
Uh, and I’m off two cups of my favorite
That Ciroc, boy, I be fiendin’
I got a bitch reppin’ that north end and she throw it up like [?]
N***a, I’m faded
Man, n***a, I’m faded
Uh, and I’m off two cups of my favorite
That Ciroc, boy, I be fiendin’
I got a bitch reppin’ that north end and she throw it up like [?]
N***a, I’m faded

[Verse 2]
[?] hard in the red thing
Diamonds all in my necklace
The inside be peanut butter which is complimentin’ my red bitch
Champagne by the case
Polo Gs by the outlet
She swallowed my dick ‘bouta hour ago, and she ain’t took it out of her mouth yet
Every time I hit the club, I walk around like I own it
Ballin’ out ain’t nothin’ to me, it’s right up my alley, bowlin’
Straight shots, straight shots, where the fuck is my driver at?
Rolex state of mind, bitch I ain’t got no time for that
I wake up [?] and go to sleep faded
Baby girl, I don’t even fuck sober
The backseat is my bedroom, so you know what I got in them cupholders
You know what I got in them cupholders, nah, I ain’t talkin’ bout club soda
Pocket full of that white girl, when I’m in the club, that’s club soda
[Chorus]
N***a, I’m faded
Man, n***a, I’m faded
Uh, and I’m off two cups of my favorite
That Ciroc, boy, I be fiendin’
I got a bitch reppin’ that north end and she throw it up like [?]
N***a, I’m faded
Man, n***a, I’m faded
Uh, and I’m off two cups of my favorite
That Ciroc, boy, I be fiendin’
I got a bitch reppin’ that north end and she throw it up like [?]
N***a, I’m faded