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Start with shots then pop bottles
with the hood rats then pop bottles

Hey somebody tell Ramone we need more of that Patron
Jose get more of that Rosei
We ain't come to play
Street

1: Fabolous]
Due to the pressures of Patrone
Ya ain't get near messages to her phone
Couldn't care less if you was
The girl took to her head like she wear vest'es on her dome
Me, I'm on the with the flowers on the bottle
I Take a few then pass the sour to a model
You seen her on the cover or a center fold
Lot of class got a ass soft as a dinner
I got them white stones mixed with yellows
A 1, 2 step that'll Ciara Jealous
I got heat, do the sun if you wanna
Till the cockin'
And Yung Joc-in' in the corner
Get the cops goin' down
little nigga heart beat it's slowin' down
I pay cash or I swipe the black on a bitch
Left with two hos and some Mac in my Rich

Start some shots then pop bottles
Flirt the hood rats then pop bottles

[Paul
Loso what it like?
get it in Yeah

[Verse 2: Cain]
After a couple of shots of the Yak
I'm on top of the couches like I don't how to act
These Dior shades about a stack
Rich Yung tee and denim the wings across the back
(Take my card)
Tell the waitresses to keep the comin'
I got about a onion
Worth of Kush I brung in
Smokin until I'm and
Two to the beat
I sweepin the dance floor for a freak
Really only concerned her neck down to her feet
If her hair right, we might get breakfast before I skeet
In every we get love
Tip
Sip bub
Make it rain and we ain't in the strip club
You couldn't find her and you know where your was
Just a effect of what the shit around my wrist does
I tell you cause
You better keep it her
nigga if I hit her
You as well forget her

Start with some shots pop bottles
Flirt with the rats then pop bottles

[Verse 3: The Billionaire]
Twenty street niggas up and gatted down
Hit the club but we don't get down
Street Fam, Freck got them suckas mad
Stay cool mill up in the duffle bag
Withdraw thirty to hit up Opium
Fab told to bring the Rosey in
I bet these bitches make a around us
Ya'll got the we got bling around us
West Philly I'm just reppin I'm from
The E-40 got them bitches goin'
The Fendi Aviators look fly kid
Diamonds blinkin' at these bitches like eye
cuban little chick with the dark skin
My man Smoke "Damn you off the charts hun"
Straight shots to the like a marksman
She me jaws the watch band was shark skin

Start with some shots pop bottles
Flirt with the hood then pop bottles