Lyrics

Gold Daytonas with the navy face Serenade your lady with the baby face Pillow talkin' niggas they be spewing hate Smokin' buddah with my shoota' doing crazy 8s Last call for alcohol got your bitch with me Harlem nights shake the dice watch me get jiggy Gangster attitude I don't get friendly The plug said the price told him get with me I'm just celebrating life get my drink on Frank Lucas without the rat and the mink on All about a dollar hope you got my message Funny style nigga never be in my presence Promote myself Don King with the palm trees Get you touched like pause I got a long reach She be foreign language speaking in these satin sheets If it ain't money we be talking 'bout I barely speak Crushed ice with our flights I'm overnight All my boys from the hood you niggas overhype Williams ladies feel him because he dress nice Cocaine bright white shades dim the light Big woods them marshals on me like Thurgood Got some money stashed in the cut case it don't go good The highest that slick talk don't slip by us And we ain't worried 'bout what you thinkin' ya bitch eyeing
Writer(s): Bryan Simmons, Kevin Lee Woods Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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