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    [intro: the weeknd]
    You know I been on now, then, and I'm next
    Every year my year, you know I always wanna flex
    Got a couple villains who can't make it out the set
    I'll probably sneak a couple on this motherfuckin' jet

    [hook: the weeknd]
    If y'all wanna go to the bar, drinks on us

    [verse 1: the weeknd]
    Bet you never seen my niggas pull up to the spot
    I just signed so many checks my wrist about to pop
    If you ever talk about me when I'm not around
    Your girl'll probably tell me when I put it in her mouth
    Put your wallet in your pocket, bitch you playing
    Even when I wasn't on, I'm always paying
    Went from hipsters, now it's models and these singers
    And my hair be growing like a fuckin' saiyan
    I popped a couple pills, I think that I'm devante
    I fuck a bitch from lost and found like every monday
    My jaw line so defined, I'm wildin' like I'm gunplay
    You see no white inside my eyes and it's a fun day
    But when I'm workin', girl, I'm workin' for the millions
    Girl, when I'm workin', I be workin' for them billions
    Why your hair down, I ain't trickin', find another sucka
    These bitches tryna make a living, but

    [hook: the weeknd]
    If y'all wanna go to the bar, drinks on us

    [verse 2: swae lee]
    If ya'll wanna hang out with the gangstas, ya'll go 'head
    I'm just gonna count a little motherfuckin' bread
    If ya'll wanna slither with the snakes, then ya'll go 'head
    I keep a pedicured lawn so them snakes, they will be dead
    Tears of joy run down my cheek onto the soil
    I would trick off on your bitch, but she ain't loyal
    Nothing but love for you niggas riding with no tint
    Grand total, five digits, make those hoes repent
    Popped a couple pills, I feel like johnny mad dog
    I lost a couple friends, I'm tryna get these bands dog
    You know we in this bitch, we throwin' up them grands, ya'll
    And once we get that club, we 'bout fun, go ham ya'll
    My comrades want them mills, my comrades want them millions
    My comrades want them bills, my comrades want them billions
    My comrades want that tri, my comrades want them trillions
    Yeah, we need more than racks, my comrades want them illions

    [pre-hook: swae lee]
    Been provin', you ain't ever goin' up
    Every time you hit the club, you always fuck it up

    [hook: swae lee]
    If y'all wanna go to the bar, drinks on us

    [verse 3: future]
    Say my, say my, say my name
    Switchin' bitches and I'm switchin' lanes
    When they call last shot for alcohol
    I just wanna take my last drink
    I just wanna sip some clean purple
    Hit the car lot and just made a purchase
    I just realized that I am a star
    cruisin' my coupe up the boulevard
    None of my pictures are watermarked
    Got more water than a waterbar
    Evian draped me up, nigga
    Yellow bones suck my nuts, nigga
    She think it's chocolate but she call me papi
    Papi chulo, I'ma get it poppin'
    Got some red bottoms on a hottie thottie
    Put them heels from her nipples, a new karate
    I just came in like a kamikaze
    I just walk 'round like a zombie, daddy
    I don't like bein' in paddy wagons
    So no remorse, I'm about the fetti
    Had a few horses come by the telly
    Eating each other, they get some credit
    Got commas on commas, I'm really ready
    I'm really 'bout to pour up on a jet
    I would never mention niggas names
    Tell a nigga, a nigga never did exist
    You niggas never ever been a threat
    These niggas never get enough attention
    I just put the bitch on punishment
    I've been hangin' where the money been
    I don't know what type of love is this
    Can you tell me where my dogs at?
    Put a hollow in your ball cap
    What type of nigga you call that?
    When I hang up on you, never call back
    I'm a money counter, count my own money

    [pre-hook hook: swae lee]
    Been provin', you ain't ever goin' up
    Every time you hit the club, you always fuck it up

    [hook: swae lee]
    If y'all wanna go to the bar, drinks on us

    [outro: swae lee]
    If ya'll wanna hang out with the gangsters, ya'll go head
    I'm just gonna count a little motherfucking bread
    If ya'll wanna slither with the snakes, then ya'll go head
    I keep a pedicured lawn so them snakes, they will be dead

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