Whiskey Eyes (feat. Chinx)

You lured me in, with those whiskey eyes

You tell me things, I know they're all lies

I'll fall, I'll fall for you

And there's nothing I can't do

Yo, Montana

Aye, hit the game put the wave in it

Go, go on tap your veins, put the needle in it

I-I snatch you by your head, like an eagle did it

Shoot out with the police like Siegel did it

Middle of the streets like The Beatles did it

Can't be in it when you leave, or they leave you in it

Ev-everything thats gold ain't wood and glue

I seen killas fold for certain killas

Have your money right when the law costs

I seen my favorite rappers turn to cornballs

The best thing I did was let that pain hurt my feelings

(Turn the pain into music)

Turn the music into millions

G-g-got jerked my first deal and I told 'em "Suck a d***"

Once I made my first mil, I told them "f*** a brick"

Brick, brick by brick 'til it's empire

L-l-lick by lick gone a sleepwire

Hand to learn taxes, help you relax

If you don't own your masters, your classes turn to ashes

So hit the round table, count it all up

Or get the brown bag, count it all up

Call the bad bitches, round 'em all up

Come the first, we can count it all up

Millionaire bitches, hit the mall up

(International superstar)

You lured me in, with those whiskey eyes

You tell me things, I know they're all lies

I'll fall, I'll fall for you

And there's nothing I can't do

They said kill'em with success

Toe tag ya up

N-n-name a Hollywood bitch I ain't rag up

P-p-promise, the pressure turn to diamonds

The karma turn to commas

If the block told you eye to eye

Seeing dreams in a bottle

The other son of Pablo

Trips out to Cabo, D.C. with a model

This Tammy from Miami, put her face on the white like Sosa

Come and get a close up

I'm on the post like a power forward

From the hoodies to the Tom Ford

Big up, f-for the stick up

They wanted me to hiccup

I copped the Bent over sticker

About to come and pick your chick up

Gladiator theme music with Casino suits

Godfather trilogy, Al Pacino shootin'

This that Benny Blanco before he killed Carlito

This that Larry Davis before he caught that Rico

Them calm streets, teflon fleeces

In the jungle, while you holding hands in Palm Beach

We was climbing fences, we was playing benches

One time for my bitches, naked on the trenches

European boots, European suits

African Diamonds, my n****'s shinin'

My n**** Chinx son became my own son

The block where I'm from you need your own gun

Devil helped me out, figured I could pray to god

Took my ground from the pavement, aimed it at the stars

Swag dripping by the liter, 4 ounce of percs

The game ain't for the weak go and play the church

Off the Mary Jane, pills, syrup, thick smoke, coughin'

Riding on these suckas that oppose us

Ballin, took the whistle from the ref and made my own calls

From the pens, got my homie on the phone call

No work, money goes under the mattress only

Hands clean got some youngins that'll back it for me

Real estate budget conflict diamonds only

Made my vow to the game, boy, that's matrimony

You lured me in, with those whiskey eyes

You tell me things, I know they're all lies

I'll fall, I'll fall for you

And there's nothing I can't do