West Side Highway (ASAP Rocky)

These days of preference has no complexion You could be light, dark, mixed or fair skin Just light the candle Cold sweats down the handle, life's a gamble And she know, love with me is Like a C-note, outside of Reno A couple white lies, a cup of white wine A Pinot, Italian Grigio House keys to P.O Ride from overseas but that's basic Wasted, high on the West Side Highway Drunk enough to fuck with, face it Hangovers, leftovers in the Range Rover Shame on her, make up or get a makeover Think over, Glenfiddich start to takeover When I brainstorm, all the hoes ain't got a thing on her Audemars, season order like summer fall I throw the Audemars, then I throw out all the ball New Dior from the boutique store Only thing in common that we got is that we want it all Little cutie pie, saw her looking super fly More Justin Timberlake on my suit and tie Try to scrutinize, cause I keep two inside Suicides? No sir, hoes get the Uber ride Or we can kiss 'til the sun come up Or, sit on my lap 'til somethin' come up She ain't really wanna club, I don't really wanna judge Girl just wanna have fun 'til the fun run up On the high way to my place It's higher than you ever been By to my way, be all day Me, you and all your friends In love, fuckin' In love, just too much