Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Camp Lo
Camp Lo
Performer
Geechi Suede
Geechi Suede
Vocals
Sonny Cheeba
Sonny Cheeba
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Saladine Wallace
Saladine Wallace
Songwriter
Salahadeen Wilds
Salahadeen Wilds
Songwriter
David Willis
David Willis
Songwriter
Kevin Spencer
Kevin Spencer
Songwriter
Richard Randolph
Richard Randolph
Songwriter
Ricky Smith
Ricky Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alan Douches
Alan Douches
Mastering Engineer
DeJuan Perignon
DeJuan Perignon
Assistant Engineer
Dexter Thibou
Dexter Thibou
Assistant Engineer
Joe Quinde
Joe Quinde
Recording Engineer
Kenny Ortiz
Kenny Ortiz
Mixing Engineer
Max Vargas
Max Vargas
Assistant Engineer
Ski Beatz
Ski Beatz
Producer

Lyrics

This is it (what?!) Luchini pourin' from the sky Lets get rich (what?!) The cheeky vines The sugar dimes Cant quit (what?!) Now pop the cork and scream the vigga And get lit (what?! what?! what?!) Introducin' phantom of the dark Walk through my heaven with levitation From efficient And these leathers showboatin with rugars Flash vines belafonte vigga Lets get for what it's worth As we confiscate your figgas Cassanova brown levitatin jiggy in da shiggy's In la hotta car 54 chasin diamond runners Headin ice bound, where every chilla dime can get Your harlem buck strut freezin world hice hollywood Madame butterfly let me in your house of pleasure From the knuckle swat shadowboxin catchin black-eye blues I play the deef (what?!) Sensations at the monte barbie screamin (cheeba!) For fillin pleasures at my castles (blow the smoke out!) The boss of vegas substitutes when the dutch is gone The lo don't stop give me shouts Its the season sauters Souflers for swervin no corners We magnets to moolah Livin wit charlie's angels hornets No smilin were slidin That gets you caught up in the octa Or deaded for movin Its just like that as we proceed Saturday night special better take it lightly ja-jiyah A happy time quest to the coast of key largo wire-ah The chain gang keep your ears out for our years Sippin' fountain root house of bamboo paradise This is it (what?!) Luchini pourin' from the sky Lets get rich (what?!) The cheeky vines The sugar dimes Cant quit (what?!) Now pop the cork and scream the vigga And get lit (what?!) This is it (what?!) This is it (what?!) Luchini pourin' from the sky Lets get rich (what?!) The cheeky vines The sugar dimes Cant quit (what?!) Now pop the cork and scream the vigga And get lit (what?!) (What?! what?!) For these feral herds of seas of black cheese that i can't missa Silky days, satin nights takin' flights down to florence We sensation spanish flyin with the lady scarface Bottoms up sunshine Love potion number 9 And we headin from the magic city, transcending sweet Up on your aura, find 'chini in london Relaxation in bora bora Got notion to bring it... sing it Love up in my function Stonin... robbin We hiestin merchandise and gunnin Love it, leave it But bless the war chief or his bison Get it, got it The lo will forever be nicin Yeah the sonny cheeba he be sippin armaretta The geechie gracious he be sippin armaretta We float the tri-state drink in this satin vines This coolie high jack pack from the sugar shack Then what we do after we sip the armaretta We start the harlem river quiver Dig it sweet daddy Sharpen the crimson blade High sierra seranade Anatomy for seduction be this here Jealousy... Enter the place with grace Jersey armaretta the burstin of clouds It pours. everything seems better Or flats with love we move Only in the mist Its lo its life And we can't get enough of this This is it (what?!) Luchini pourin' from the sky Lets get rich (what?!) The cheeky vines; the sugar dimes Cant quit (what?!) Now pop the cork and scream the vigga And get lit (what?!) This is it (what?!) This is it (what?!) Luchini pourin' from the sky Lets get rich (what?!) The cheeky vines The sugar dimes Cant quit (what?!) Now pop the cork and scream the vigga And get lit (what?!) This is it (what?!) This is it (what?!) Yeah The sonny cheeba he be sippin armaretta The geechy gracious he be sippin armaretta The joe king he be sippin armaretta The chaquita kid he be sippin armaretta We got high stakes for mine kiwa armaretta And then my man Ill will sip armaretta And then my man Cab in the tray sippin that We slide through the tri-state with the hi-hat And then i float side-to-side in my coolie high And then i peep the sunset with this Spanish fly Yeah And then i float down south with the boogie flats And then i slide up in-between a ziggy And all of that gibs
Writer(s): David Anthony Willis, Ricky Darnell Smith, Richard Kevin Randolph, Saladine T. Wallace, Salahadeen Wilds, Kevin Bion Spencer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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