[Intro]
Bitch from Pakistan, what up? (Foreign)
Ferraris and them Lambs, what else? (Skrrt)
'Bout to fuck this club up, what else? (Get, get)

[Verse 1: The Weeknd]
I turn the Ritz into a poor house
It's like eviction number four now
Go 'head and ash it on the floor now
Girl go 'head and show me how you go down
And I feel my whole body peakin'
And I'm fuckin' anybody with they legs wide
Gettin' faded with some bitches from the West Side
East coast, n***a reppin' North Side
Never waste a ho's time
Bitch, I'm on my own time
Fuck a n***a co-sign
Always change my number and my phone line
Baby girl, I don't lie
Used to have no money for a crib
Now my room service bill cost your whole life
If they try to stunt me, I go all out military
I'm camo'ed all out, like I'm in the military
I free up all my n***as locked up in the penitentiary

[Chorus: The Weeknd]
'Cause I'm always reppin' for that low life
Reppin' for that low life
Low life, low life, low life
Know I'm reppin' for that low, low life
Said I'm reppin' for that low life
Low life, low life, low life, low life
Said I'm repping for that low life
Low life, low life, low life
Yeah
[Verse 2: Future]
Wake up, take a sip of Ace of Spade like it's water
I been on the molly and them Xans with your daughter
If she catch me cheating, I will never tell her sorry
If she catch me cheating, I will never tell her sorry
Porsches in the valet, I got Bentleys, I got 'Rraris
Taking pain pills on the plane, gettin' chartered
Poppin' tags on tags, I was starvin'
Bitch, I got the juice and the carbine
Turn a five star hotel to a traphouse
Roaches everywhere, like we forgot to take the trash out
Flood my cross with ice, gettin' money my religion
Got my baby momma and my side bitch kissin'
I turn the Ritz into a lean house
This the sixth time gettin' kicked out
I can't feel my face, I'm on Adderall, nauseous
N***as tryna ride my fuckin' wave, now they salty