[Chorus: Pharrell]

Seein' things isn't a good enough excuse

When you are just sitting right there

I know you ain't just gon' stare

Bein' things you never imagined, the possibility's up the air

I know you ain't just gon' stare



[Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]

Saint Laurent my denim

Reckless how I'm livin'

Brand new diamond chain

Gang, gang, gang, gang

Day day 4-0

I might take your ho

When I walk through the door

There he go, there he go



[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]

911, I bust 'em

My bitch just got to customs

Foreign, foreign, foreign, foreign

We on Crenshaw soarin'

New McLaren or DeLorean

Move around and go forward

She be on all fours

You know I be all for it

Just got through signin' a deal, uh

Just got through poppin' the seal, ayy

She on the hunt for a thrill, uh

She know that that's somethin' I can give

Dolla don't want no mo' kids, uh

Dolla just want some more Ms, yeah

Dolla don't want no mo' friends

Dolla just want some more Ms, yeah

Skrrt, skrrt in a Benz, uh

Skeet, skeet on her friends, uh

I got nines, I got tens, uh

I just hit some new twins

Just passed on a lick

Still got Act' in the fridge

Ran it up on the wrist

See you lookin' and sh*t