text: My momma always ask me bout my attitude
  Damn, momma, I dont know at all
  I met this chick who want to meet me at the avenue
  I had a feeling wed have a ball
  She knows stars, I know that, she want cars, I want jets
  She want to get eloped, but I dont know yet
  Pick up my fur after sitting, hanging in the coat check
  Give me calls, she pick me off, I didnt hit the door yet
  Damn, Im sorry, but that bitch gon be looking love sick
  All on TV, crying to Maury, looking love sick
  While Im probably in the Rari, going Audi, fucking with molly
  And we running on E, not the gas, but the molly
  And she fucking with me so she came to have a party
  Now she leaving with me, now youre love sick
  Do you realize?
  We all want these flashing light, oh
  So when you close your eyes
  Do you picture us havin a hell of a night? Oh
  Dinner time, Im dining out with a porn star
  She remind me of home, L.A., our second home
  See see we met at Leon, plenty empty bottles of Lonestar
  Conversation was long, how she landed from Rome
  Yeah, she did
  Later on that night I got her back to the crib
  Kicked off My Will&Rich and got her down to her skin
  After all she got a little taste test of my kids
  You know what, we used to dream about this
  A couple models and cribs, way fresher than movies
  Should of know it was fake, I could tell by the boobies
  Treated life like a safe, load it up and then blew me
  Yeah, she did
  Head so good, it aint even cost me
  Woke up, she gone, look what I lost
  Sheepskin and that 
  Do you realize?
  We all want these flashing light, oh
  So when you close your eyes
  Do you picture us havin a hell of a night? Oh