Yeea-aay

There's a lot of talk about me

Yeea-aay

People lining up to meet me

Yeea-aay

I'm on a verge of celebrity

Yeea-aay

So what you think about that?

I've got friends in high places

Yeea-aay

Louis Vuitton suitcases yeea-aay

Looking on all the pretty faces

Yeea-aay

So what you think about that?

So why do I feel like

It's all just a show?

You make me wanna shut it all down

Throw it all away

Cause I'm nothing

If I don't have you

What's the point of being on top

All the money in the world

If I can't pull it all on you

So send the cars back

Put the house on the market

And my big dreams too

Because it's all so clear

Now without you here

I'm the loser of the year

Loser of the year

I'm at a party in a mansion

Yeea-aay

There's a lot of high fashion

Yeea-aay

And I'm cooler than I've ever been

Yeea-aay

So what you think about that?

I'm living life in a fast lane

Yeea-aay

I've got fridge full of champagne

Yeea-aay

And I'm hanging out with Lili Wayne