No Smoke at the Polo Lounge (Feat. Jeremih)

(People say) Had a shorty in the studio the other night from Gothenburg, Sweden (love is just for purity) Asked me can she have some champagne (Bongo By The Way) She looked surprised when I said, "Yeah" (but it's got to be more) I told her, "Look baby, in here, the Veuve Clicquot is like Sprite That's all you (than just cash to me, don't you understand me, girl?) You got all the wrong niggas in the right room, ya heard?" (Yeah) (Here we go) I got the Devil tap dancing on my shoulder, don't I? Got them Angel wings on that Veneno Roadster, won't I? Up the FN like it's effin', I move the section like, "F it" Move around the hood on niggas like they move my papers to Geffen My reflection remind me of a nigga from the Chi' steppin' Glock, Kevin Hart complexion, we bang shots in every direction Clean up our messes, remove suppressors You ever had a bullet removed from the inside of yo' motherfuckin' intestines? Homie, don't you know we make no mistakes? We OD with the Dracs like OB, break Compton niggas get the cake, wait Bompton niggas get the cake, weigh it on scales All else fails, we put the packs on whales We like Chanel, you will never get this crack on sale We cut the rat from its tail if that pack, go stale Somebody? Anybody? (Yeah) Catch a body Oh, oh, oh (here we go), yeah Pray for me, I seen it all in my dreams (my dreams) Heard some talks in my void Been some things I ain't seen Pray for me, don't mind me by my stove Pray they don't want no smoke, no If it's me, I want smoke Ooh, ooh If it's me, I want smoke, oh, once (here we go) Catch you in my crosshairs, you better have God with you This is Death Row, I hope Suge and all them niggas from the mob with you I got this bitch on me, she just wanna vibe with you I ain't gon' lie, your bitch with you, shit, she might just die with you Y'all thought it was ride, or never mind, I'm so ahead of time Tomorrow at three, I shot at your pants seven times Ain't no scope on this motherfucker, the TEC is blind Disrespectin' mine, chopper eat a nigga, Jeffrey Dahm' The guns is on the bitches, I let 'em pat me down Every time, then the second time Distract 'em knowin' that she the next in line Walk up on you NBA YoungBoys like, "This section mine" And fuck the opps, we got the club surrounded like a hexagon My opps is every nigga in the west opps (hmm) Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh), yeah Hopefully, by now you on your ten-billionth play K-Dot, what's up? (Here we go) Pray for me, I seen it all in my dreams Heard some talks in my void Been some things I ain't seen Pray for me, don't mind me by my stove Pray they don't want no smoke, no If it's me, I want smoke Ooh, ooh If it's me, I want smoke, oh, once (here we go) Mm-mm-mm Mm-mm-mm Mm-mm-mm