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 [Intro the weeknd] 
I don't got a single sober vein in my body 
I don't got a single sober vein in my body 
[Verse 1 the weeknd] 
Don't apologize, I quite enjoy messy 
I see that bottle after bottle got you goin' crazy 
And doin' shows after shows got me so lazy 
So ride it out for me, and take it off for me 
It's a good vibe, good vibe, good vibe 
Don't you ever threaten niggas with a good time 
She wanna buy a dream, I said I don't sell it 
But she can rent it for a night, I don't mind, open wide 
Cause all this fame, I earned it, I might as well use it 
Private elevator goin' straight to my unit 
All my niggas 'round me, gettin' kickback pussy 
All my killas 'round me, all be hiding in stussy 
Can't nobody stop me, used to be homeless 
Now that penthouse at the ritz where my home is 
Tour bus like a national geographic 
Bitches runnin' wild gettin' faded in the bathroom 
[Hook the weeknd] 
It makes me smile, it makes me smile 
Cause I got it 
It makes me smile, it makes me smile 
Cause I got it 
All the pain, sweat and tears, just to get a piece 
But now we got it 
Man look at the kid now, can nobody stop me 
I don't got a single sober vein in my body 
[Verse 2 rick ross] 
Fuck it like a thug nigga, young nigga, new ferrari 
Old money, I just 'fraid the lord with us 
Condo blow money, like it's all dope money 
Come short wet niggas, like a speed boat coming, oh lord 
Mo money, mo money, these rich young niggas ain't ever know money 
Bel-air running down the rollie on her arm 
Pinky ring six-hundred, what you know about it 
I'm the champ, baby, real deal holyfield 
Got the bitches, want it dirty, went and bought the crib 
25 mil, I'm doing 25-to-life 
100 acres, keep my shooters all through the night 
Every chandelier rented, one-mil 
20 chandelier's moterfucker who real 
I just wanna show her what I live like 
Wearing a white burqa on a winter night 
Fuck a burqa now she in the bentley 
That's when she went and tatted double m g 
Now I ballin' deep, deeper than the rap 
She give me brain she a mastermind to be exact 
I give her game and she give it back 
Sip syrup so I fuck slow, sip more I wanna fuck more 
Gotta grind 'till your eyes close, stay strapped till the trap close 
They scream maybach on the cell blocks 
All my dogs who used to sell glocks 
They say the niggas in the jail talk 
How your homies commissary fell off, what make it worse he get an elbows 
25-to-life dead wrong on the cell phone 
[Hook] 
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