Show's Over

Tell the driver close the curtains, paparazzi make me nervous

Slow motion when we drivin', gotta chill with all that swervin

All the champagne sippin' I been doin' got me burpin

Besides, I wanna make a entrance, not cause a disturbance

Let's put this shit in motion, make sure that I'm in focus

No edits, this shit's young and raw, keep them cameras rollin

A hundred for the eighth, ain't clipping' shit, nigga, keep smokin

A hundred to the hostess, thanks for the mimosas

Mi casa es su casa, got my feet up on the sofa

Off guard but never lackin', that's just for the posers

Brushin' off my shoulders, dump the ashes on my coaster

She looked a little closer, like, that's you on them posters