Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(I need you)
(I want you to)
(Come to me)
(Ecstasy)
(Ecstasy, ecstasy, ecstasy)
(Ecstasy, ecstasy, ecstasy)
(Ecstasy, ecstasy, ecstasy)
(Ecstasy, ecstasy, ecstasy)
(Ecstasy)
[Verse 2]
You got sick thoughts? I got more of 'em
You got a sister-in-law you would smash?
I got four of 'em
Damn, those is your sisters
You did somethin' unholy to them pictures
Damn, you need to be locked up
Nah, we need a bigger hot tub
[Verse 3]
Now let me see you back, back, back, back
Time to get the bag, bag, bag, bag
We don't throw stones, we throw stacks
That's why they goin' mad, mad, Mad Max
If you don't say your name, then I won't ask
She got a smartphone, but a dumb ass
I thought of all this on Ecstasy
[Verse 4]
You got sick thoughts? I got more of 'em
You remember bad bitches that you smashed?
I recorded 'em
She said "Fuck weed" 'cause she love X
If she suck seed, that's a success
If a girl cum, that's a fuck fest
And we gon' score a hundred on this drug test
[Verse 5]
Now let me see you back, back, back, back
It's time to get the bag, bag, bag, bag
We don't throw stones, we throw stacks
That's why they goin' mad, mad, Mad Max
If you don't say your name, then I won't ask
You got a smartphone, but a dumb ass
I thought of all this on Ecstasy (Perfect)
[Verse 6]
Fuckin' 'round, whoop, scoop!
Whoop-diddy-whoop!
Whoop-diddy-whoop, scoop-poop-whoop-toop
Scoopity-whoop loop, loopty-whoop, whoop
(Ecstasy, ecstasy, ecstasy)
[Verse 7]
You got sick thoughts? I got more of 'em
Huh? Scoop!
You see them escorts? I escorted 'em, scoopty-whoop!
While y'all was trippin', I resorted 'em, whoop!
Then I kicked 'em out, I got bored of them, whoop!
[Verse 8]
Now let me see you back, back, back, back
It's time to get the bag, bag, bag, bag
We don't throw stones, we throw stacks
That's why they goin' mad, mad, Mad Max
If you don't say your name, then I won't ask
You got a smartphone, but a dumb ass
I thought of all this on Ecstasy
Written by: Andrew Dawson, David Payton, Gabrielle N. Nowee, Kanye West
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