Toast

[Chorus: Strap]
All these bitches round me, sitting on the sofa
Pocket full of money, cash rolling like a coaster
Nigga, we don't drive, we gon' keep a chauffeur
Gotta keep it moving, [?] stop until it's over

[Verse 1: Strap]
Bitch, I'm international, like the [?]
[?] came from [?] look what I [?]
[?]
I wear Prada shoes, you still wearing Reeboks
I'm a [?] man, you be with that G Shock
You a fighting man, I be with that G [?]
Bottles in my hands, I got money in my pants
And all these hoes surrounding me, bitch, you better dance

[Chorus: Strap]
All these bitches round me, sitting on the sofa
Pocket full of money, cash rolling like a coaster
Nigga, we don't drive, we gon' keep a chauffeur
Gotta keep it moving, [?] stop until it's over

[Verse 2: Quez]
Quez!
Standing on the sofa, Rosay in my hand
Bitches all around, I don't wanna dance
Somebody fire the weed up, pass me a cup
'Cause tonight it's my birthday, we getting fucked up
And getting so down, them girls can't swim in the deep deep
So you know they go own, and they move too fast [?]
Them girls, they need to slow down
Yelling to the bartender, bring some more rounds

[Chorus: Strap]
All these bitches round me, sitting on the sofa
Pocket full of money, cash rolling like a coaster
Nigga, we don't drive, we gon' keep a chauffeur
Gotta keep it moving, [?] stop until it's over

[Verse 3: Ali]
Well, I drive
Real fast
Hit the club, pocket full of cash
Niggas hate
Tell them kiss my ass
I'm living good, you living in the past
[?] like what's up?
Told them bitches come on up
Pour some liquor in my cup
And Imma pour some in her cup
We gon' get them fucked up
And we gon' take them to the crib
Bottle poppin all night long, [?] that's how I live

[Chorus: Strap]
All these bitches round me, sitting on the sofa
Pocket full of money, cash rolling like a coaster
Nigga, we don't drive, we gon' keep a chauffeur
Gotta keep it moving, [?] stop until it's over

[Verse 4: Machine Gun Kelly]
Kells!
You the type to stay home
I'm the type to rage
I'm the type to have your bitch throw panties on the stage
You the type to hate on me, 'cause you ain't getting paid
I'm the type to have a closet with more kicks than Johnny Cage
All these people round me
[?]
[?]
Swear them [?]
And all them girls you with, [?] already fucked
Smash them, pass them on the first night, call that shit beginner's luck
Kells
All I wanna do is get drunk as shit
Hop on the couch like 106

[Chorus: Strap]
All these bitches round me, sitting on the sofa
Pocket full of money, cash rolling like a coaster
Nigga, we don't drive, we gon' keep a chauffeur
Gotta keep it moving, [?] stop until it's over