Lyrics:

What we do when we go high, we doing it all night
Oh the girls they wanna vibe with us tonight
I'm in the middle of the club with my niggas and we all fucked up
Screaming "Hell yeah, hell yeah!"

Yeah, yea, I ain't see you on the Forbes yet
Swear to God I ain't see you in the stores yet
Donatella on the corset
Pretty game in the back of my Corvette
Got my best friends Rangers and Benzes
Plus all my menses Louis V lenses
This is how you feel when you winning
Man they been rocking with me since the beginning, inning
This is where the stress end
Feel ill when you never got a stress ends
Always in the press when paparazzi in the bushes
With the stretch lens, say cheese to that
Pull up on the double R, pop clutch on them
And them strippers ain't mad when I touch on them
Russell Simmons shoe game, put rush on them
Send a GT Vodka, sitting on top of
Mafia money eating seafood pasta
VMAs, that was good there
Front row, yea, always in a good chair
The bad gon boo but the good cheer
That's why my pocket son blimp like the Good Year

What we do when we go high, we doing it all night
Oh the girls they wanna vibe with us tonight
I'm in the middle of the club with my niggas and we all fucked up
Screaming "Hell yeah, hell yeah!"

But you boring as fuck though
Why these bitches in the game so cutthroat
Why they can't just let young Nicki live
Why they gotta feel the wrath to know Nicki is
Not playing, boss for real
When they go against the kid, it's gon cost for real
Came straight from the hood with the cross apeal
That's why these big names wanna toss the deal
Okay, I'll take it, sign on the dotted line
But I'm quick to the check a bitch if she outta line
Shout out Mike, Darnell, and Nigel
Why these bums so mad that the queen on Idol, huh?
Say cheese to that, when they see me on the screen
Check E! for that, bitches lying on the kid I won't leave for that
Intimidated by my ORA, where Rita at?
Send a GT Vodka in a helicopter
Me and my Japanese bitches in Osaka
BET, I was good there
Front row, yeah, always in a good chair
Why the fuck would I leave when I'm good here?
Lemme send a twitpic of my good hair, yea yea

What we do when we go high, we doing it all night
Oh the girls they wanna vibe with us tonight
I'm in the middle of the club with my niggas and we all fucked up
Screaming "Hell yeah, hell yeah!"