Vegas Residency

Lyrics

Black Bo, you know we miss you
 J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
 M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music
 Since everybody wanna speak they mind
 Maybach Music
 Yo, watchin' Kanye interview, feel like I wanna cry
 For every innocent brother charged with a homicide
 Went from battle raps to now we wearin' M.A.G.A. hats
 Dade County, nigga, mansions up in Tamarac
 Never golfin' with the Trumps and I give you my word
 Back to comin' out the trunk, chargin' 20 a bird
 Another seizure, so I woke up in intensive care
 Pray you treat a poor man like he was a millionaire
 Actresses comin' to see me like a movie premiere
 Dope boys show me love just for keepin' it trill
 Dozen lawyers on the team, I'd rather keep 'em close
 Bill Cosby dead in prison, I could see the quotes
 Headlines when them white boys get to pay a fine
 Never rapin' women, keep it on some player time
 Facts, hate and pray you catch a heart attack
 Headshot, guess who did it, where the warrants at?
 Black bottoms, through the nine into the morning pack
 Fifty million up, I think I need me more than that
 Restaurants, I bought me fifty and they do they thing
 Now I'm into sports, I think I really need a team
 I got a room that's on the highest floor
 Never switch out on my nigga, no amount of dough
 'Cause you won't get a receipt, that's when you sell your soul
 Hungry niggas sit at home, watchin' pictures you post
 (Win, lose, draw, I swear I'd bet it all for you)
 We could meet up out in Vegas
 I'ma pull out the Vacheron
 We could meet up out in Vegas, nigga
 I really needed Doctor Sebi dealin' with these seizures
 Junior Seau, concussion, suicidal every season
 Go to hell and that's exactly where I'm going to
 Give my people game in this Port of Miami 2
 I lost some weight, and now designers wanna get to know me
 Givenchy poster boy, Naomi tryna get up on me
 Eggs Benedict, a G-Wagen for my tenderoni
 Florida Lotto wishes for bitches I get triggered on 'em
 Feel the military for artists when they wanna beef
 I'm the Kim Dotcom up in K.O.D
 Fuck 'em on the faucet when they in the office
 Doin' time, I set a mind for correctional officers
 Thurman Thomas, every step I take is footwork
 2000 on the seats, a hunnid G's just for the verse
 Go and get it just to give it to the inner city
 20 Rolls Royces later that night in River City
 Seminola, Bahas and bring it back to Myrtle Grove
 Murder one, you fuckin' other niggas murder mo'
 Boobie boys, ya'll tell me how you heard of Zoes
 305, First 48 they favorite episodes (Ssch)
 So many niggas out here singin' songs
 That's why them choppers hear the note and then we sing along
 Everybody got a role, therefore we got a job
 Until we meet up out in Vegas, and we got a mob
 I got a room that's on the highest floor
 Never switch out on my nigga, no amount of dough
 'Cause you won't get a receipt, that's when you sell your soul
 Hungry niggas sit at home, watchin' pictures you post
 (Win, lose, draw, I swear I'd bet it all for you)
 We could meet up out in Vegas
 I'ma pull out the Vacheron
 Gold triggers, still indoors in my Versace robe
 Matching underwear, Illuminati got his soul
 Phone ringin', Benny Medina, yeah, it's J-Lo (Hola)
 Tell her fat boy got her shoe boxes full of pesos
 Papi Chulo, Port of Miami, keep a secret
 Silver furs, gave you my word, now we in arenas
 Pyramid, you call it faith, I say it's destiny
 Eatin' with my dawgs, we just a different pedigree
 Mink coats, it's time to drag them bitches to the floor
 All my bitches tap my name, I gotta' feed 'em all
 Black Bo, he was the realest, hate to send him off
 The biggest blow I ever felt, that's from the biggest boss
 Blue Ferrari on the corner, cousin, think it's Crip
 Fuck a vest, pussy nigga, 'cause it's hit or miss
 Came up in the projects, watermelon on the porch
 Now it's Caymen Island, and wonderful nautical thots
 In Hawaii, Zion got me livin', fuck the Coast
 For my B-day, Dr. Dre gave me another watch
 Hundred miles and runnin', I pray it never run it's course
 Touch a quarter million, my prayers really rubbin' off
 Ah, I catch my breath, and holler "Batter's up"
 I get the money, 'cause the stats they never mattered much
 M.V.P. I'm from the league where niggas tattle much
 Testify on your right hand, put 'em in a Camel Clutch
 Fell asleep unconscious, woke up out in Myrtle Beach
 Oh, in Vegas with pimps, niggas think they rich as me (Maybach Music)
 Facts, I'm well connected in this city life
 We all in double M-jumpers out on them chilly nights
 Gave me a brick until I asked him, what would twenty like?
 On body number ten, so I rarely give good advice
 (I was by myself last night)
 I got a room that's on the highest floor
 Never switch out on my nigga, no amount of dough
 'Cause you won't get a receipt, that's when you sell your soul
 Hungry niggas sit at home, watchin' pictures you post
 (Win, lose, draw, I swear I'd bet it all for you)
 We could meet up out in Vegas
 I'ma pull out the Vacheron
 We could meet up out in Vegas, nigga
 (Win, lose, draw, lalala, lalala, lalala, lalala)
 (Win, lose, draw, I swear I'd bet it all for you)
 (Win, lose draw)
 

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Duration
05:19
Key
1
Tempo
84 BPM

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