Parlay In Vegas (feat. Harvvv)

Flight to Las Vegas

Bad red bone next to me

I really come from poverty,

The feelings pure ecstasy

Staring at the big picture

Ownership & equity

**** next to me a take a charge,

And get a tech for me

Im moving like the team captain,

Neyo in the matrix

I wake up and make my dreams happen

Juice for breakfast,

My **** wake up and get them seals crackin

Them **** monsters like the real kraken

Eddie Vs for dinner,

Told the chef to get the veal cracking

Should I do the ribeye or the porter house ?

She pulled up with mixed feelings, blow her back and sort her out

Send her on her merry way,

Afro-Latina, I think panama or Paraguay

Frank Ocean sitting by the ocean how I serenade

We ain't playing fair today,

The range & CLA

Get Valet

From Stepping on the grams practicing my ballet,

To suites at the MGM Grand to submit my parlay

What a day

What Jordan did on courts

I do on instrumentals

Lose my shit on all these songs but it be far from incidental

What Tyson did in a ring I tend to do to beats

Slide on the track like Mike Jack with the feet

And it's parlay, juice or tee when I'm ridin round

**** know I got bars like a college town

To take this shit far I got the knowledge now

Been nice but I'm polished now

You been fine but it's obvious now

Too much ass in them jeans

Type that I can't let walk past in the scene

Usually I'm Nash , try to pass to the team

But it's some you gotta score, like the cash know it's green

Way past what you seen, **** not of my caliber

Free rooms at Luxor , but parlay at Excalibur

Too precise, ain't nothing you heard aimless

With a bad foreign bitch told me english her third language

Usually I'm taking risks

Only two letters from rich

Spend my money taking chances

Couldn't waste it on a bitch

Penthouse top floor

King suite at the ritz

Call up the Maitre D

I'm Ordering Chilean fish

Got a model on my line

Dimes cheaper by the dozens

Short term flings tryna turn

Me to a husband

Wrist cocaine

Same complexion

As a onion

Best verse on the song

Was that even a discussion

You know we wise guys

Suburban **** with some mob ties

Label me a legend

Broke my heart when my dog died

Back rapping like these **** owe me money

Empty pockets cracking jokes poverty was never funny

Honestly thought my first quarter million would be more exciting

White gold shining like a big foot sighting

Too exciting

The Way that I'm living frightening

**** claiming pioneers

When we made the style they biting