[Verse 1 - Riff Raff]
Yo, wanna know something about my right arm?
I done flex so hard, I set off fire alarms
The fireplace's outta space with a lion's belt
Big jewels on myself with the tiger smell
Straight out the jungle, sting like kiss
Ice real cool, top lip frostbit
Cuz now I write Clark Gable on my cable bill
Bill Cosby on my couch out in Nashville
[Palm?] couch met her orange on the cornfields
High fructose concentrated pepper spill [?]
She was grabbin' on my schlong doing handstands
Hey Julia it's Stiles save the last dance
Second glass started, birds in my bottle
Only 3 stay forever, that's 10%
I can do the math but I choose to take a nap
Front yard hovercraft on Versace raft[?]
Drowned last week, just friends[?] by palm trees
Bitch, I could sing a hook like Alicia Keys
New pants, 40 grands on the next land[?]
I'm the white Gucci Mane with a spray tan
Big bottles don't wait, you shouldn't too
What the f*ck a wife do? No wedding shoes, no wedding shoes
What the f*ck a wife do? No wedding shoes, no wedding shoes
What the f*ck a wife do? No wedding shoes
Who you? Who come through doing kung-fu
Jinjitsu, eating kung pow when the thunder storm tornado [side-semble?] on my Guess jeans
You wanna guest list? You wanna fresh kiss? I gotta double check your French tips
Hygiene clean you gene (Eugene)[?] dream I dream shake like a camel after one[?]
Diplo trippin' talkin' 'bout "You gotta focus on the lyrics in your songs, a lot is riding on this album"
Maaaaan, f*ck that gimme piece[?] of chain or medallion
Candy-gray Maybach, her ass stay flat
"You really shouldn't say that"
Man, its Riff Raff 30k or better when I touch stage
Girl, I crush the stage, rich kids bum-rush the stage
Broke whores get rich too, trade-in Isuzus, buy new friends too, remove tattoos
I rock turtleneck in the see-through
It's a clear turtleneck cottle-check[?] my Versace Glock in my glove box
Make sure that I gotta custom-built house with the waterslide from the top floor to the living room Jacuzzi
Electric maid cleans the house Jetson Judy, big booty
You can be 18 with some soft hands
Aw shit look who it is, it's the Gucci Man with the spray tan
Wait, let's go back to the part near the start where you was talkin' 'bout the cleanliness underneath the fingernails
Any bad bitches? That's an epic fail, can't do that, who's that, who's who
I can ball at the mall, shoot hoops too, whole crew rockin' sus[?] made my Bruce Bruce[?]
And my wood wheel[?] is a bruce fruce[?]
She had a vibe I could vibe with, thought I was flying had to go sit by the pilot cuz she smelled like Rikers Island
Straight mash[?] straight stiff for 'em with a [?]
Could I get some RiFF promotion?] or where the f*ck my label at?
It's Riff Raff here, hit a couple lines of rice cuz I'm tryna get my six-pack back, you should move packs at your preschool
No common sense, but I don't sit on the bench, rap game Johnny Bench, who my fans clench[?]
Waiting on my chance to ball, waiting on you to fall off softly
Used to move ounces through my counselor's office
8 ball in my back pocket but I do not play pool
Play by the pool, 10 10 beige drool[?] while I lay by the old man, just working on my skin tone/ho[?]
The f*ck you want respect from the butterscotch boss when I floss, rap game Randy Moss in the cotton candy Buick sittin' on Brazilian gloss
Hope you ready for that Neon Icon, it just dropped right now
Came through in the Benz bright brown
Riff Raff - Neon Icon Album Lyrics
Riff Raff - Neon Icon Lyrics
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Kokayne
I brought out the rice
She was down to play
We were up all night on cocaine
We were up all night on cocaine
We were up all night on cocaine
I brought out the rice
She was down to play
We were up all night on cocaine
We were up all night on cocaine
We were up all night on cocaine
They call me Jonny Quest and it's a nice night
The ice bright and they brighter than a lightning strike
The lightning coast, glide a coast, the Pacific coast
I run the keys to Jamaica, Usain Bolt
I make a boat and boasting bragging in the Aston Martin
A lot of shit up on my chest, Dolly Parton
The iPhone got Carson Daley on the karaoke
My skin tone same colour as the french toast
I brought out the rice
She was down to play
We were up all night on cocaine
We were up all night on cocaine
We were up all night on cocaine
Dangleberry hop, breaking in the bird flock
Aw shit, look who it is the white Chris Rock
I then done spent a grand on a ham steak
I should charge you ten grand for a handshake
Maybe twenty K on a show and tell
Now its 3AM, Taco Bell
I'm stacking up my cheese like a taco shell
I'm sliding through your city on a turtle shell
I brought out the rice
She was down to play
We were up all night on cocaine
We were up all night on cocaine
We were up all night on cocaine
I need it, I want it
I would do anything for it
It brings my life enjoyment
Up all night to the early morning
I need it, I want it
I would do anything for it
It brings my life enjoyment
Up all night to the early morning
I brought out the rice
She was down to play
We were up all night on cocaine
We were up all night on cocaine
We were up all night on cocaine
Up all night to the early morning
Up all night to the early morning
Up all night to the early morning
Up all night to the early morning
Up all night to the early morning
Up all night to the early morning
Up all night to the early morning
Up all night to the early morning
Up all night to the early morning
Up all night to the early morning
Up all night to the early morning
Up all night to the early morning
She was down to play
We were up all night on cocaine
We were up all night on cocaine
We were up all night on cocaine
I brought out the rice
She was down to play
We were up all night on cocaine
We were up all night on cocaine
We were up all night on cocaine
They call me Jonny Quest and it's a nice night
The ice bright and they brighter than a lightning strike
The lightning coast, glide a coast, the Pacific coast
I run the keys to Jamaica, Usain Bolt
I make a boat and boasting bragging in the Aston Martin
A lot of shit up on my chest, Dolly Parton
The iPhone got Carson Daley on the karaoke
My skin tone same colour as the french toast
I brought out the rice
She was down to play
We were up all night on cocaine
We were up all night on cocaine
We were up all night on cocaine
Dangleberry hop, breaking in the bird flock
Aw shit, look who it is the white Chris Rock
I then done spent a grand on a ham steak
I should charge you ten grand for a handshake
Maybe twenty K on a show and tell
Now its 3AM, Taco Bell
I'm stacking up my cheese like a taco shell
I'm sliding through your city on a turtle shell
I brought out the rice
She was down to play
We were up all night on cocaine
We were up all night on cocaine
We were up all night on cocaine
I need it, I want it
I would do anything for it
It brings my life enjoyment
Up all night to the early morning
I need it, I want it
I would do anything for it
It brings my life enjoyment
Up all night to the early morning
I brought out the rice
She was down to play
We were up all night on cocaine
We were up all night on cocaine
We were up all night on cocaine
Up all night to the early morning
Up all night to the early morning
Up all night to the early morning
Up all night to the early morning
Up all night to the early morning
Up all night to the early morning
Up all night to the early morning
Up all night to the early morning
Up all night to the early morning
Up all night to the early morning
Up all night to the early morning
Up all night to the early morning
Writer: THOMAS WESLEY PENTZ, JOANNE DUNNE, MARGARET TERESA DUNNE, CHRISTINA MARIANNE O'NEILL, VICTORIA LOUISE PERKS, HORST CHRISTIAN SIMCO
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Wetter Than Tsunami
Q Rich
Ice on my wrists and I ball like Q Rich
Ice on my wrists and I ball like Q Rich
Smoking in the club, have a nicotine fit
Ice on my hand and I shoulda won a Grammy
Step inside the club and I'm smelling like Miami
In the kitchen cooking cookies, but I'm not yo damn granny
Now they wanna copy because I'm wetter than tsunami
Now they wanna copy because I'm wetter than tsunami
Kitchen cooking cookies, but I'm not yo damn granny
Step inside the club and I'm smelling like Miami
Ice on my hands, should have won a damn Grammy
I made a lane, lane made of gold
I can shoot a BB through a frosted Cheerio
From fifty yards away, I can ride blades
I can make it rain even on a sunny day
At the Days Inn, still play to win
I can buy a Benz even if I ride a Schwinn
Twenty inch rims, man that shit's too small
Met this bitch at the mall, ass like two volleyballs
Supersize the chain, like it was McDonald's
Ice a whole frame, snowman, abominable
Laughing at the bank, man that shit is comical
50 inch Byzantine, damn near froze my abdominal
Q Rich
Ice on my wrists and I ball like Q Rich
Ice on my wrists and I ball like Q Rich
Smoking in the club, have a nicotine fit
Ice on my hand and I shoulda won a Grammy
Step inside the club and I'm smelling like Miami
In the kitchen cooking cookies, but I'm not yo damn granny
Now they wanna copy because I'm wetter than tsunami
Now they wanna copy because I'm wetter than tsunami
Kitchen cooking cookies, but I'm not yo damn granny
Step inside the club and I'm smelling like Miami
Ice on my hands, should have won a damn Grammy
Who me? You know who I are
Might crash my car then buy the whole bar
Yea we can talk, don't be a stranger
Step inside the club and I smell like Power Ranger
Oriental wrists, with the rocks on my finger
Ice in my ear, looks like a baby penguin
Circle make a square fool, on August 5th
Banana bird fists looks like panda piss
Should I rock the braids, permed out fur
Walking 'round town, rock twenty K below
Hyper color chain with the similac flow
Rocking all this snow, might freeze a rainbow
Q Rich
Ice on my wrists and I ball like Q Rich
Ice on my wrists and I ball like Q Rich
Smoking in the club, have a nicotine fit
Ice on my hand and I shoulda won a Grammy
Step inside the club and I'm smelling like Miami
In the kitchen cooking cookies, but I'm not yo damn granny
Now they wanna copy because I'm wetter than tsunami
Now they wanna copy because I'm wetter than tsunami
Kitchen cooking cookies, but I'm not yo damn granny
Step inside the club and I'm smelling like Miami
Ice on my hands, should have won a damn Grammy
Ice on my wrists and I ball like Q Rich
Ice on my wrists and I ball like Q Rich
Smoking in the club, have a nicotine fit
Ice on my hand and I shoulda won a Grammy
Step inside the club and I'm smelling like Miami
In the kitchen cooking cookies, but I'm not yo damn granny
Now they wanna copy because I'm wetter than tsunami
Now they wanna copy because I'm wetter than tsunami
Kitchen cooking cookies, but I'm not yo damn granny
Step inside the club and I'm smelling like Miami
Ice on my hands, should have won a damn Grammy
I made a lane, lane made of gold
I can shoot a BB through a frosted Cheerio
From fifty yards away, I can ride blades
I can make it rain even on a sunny day
At the Days Inn, still play to win
I can buy a Benz even if I ride a Schwinn
Twenty inch rims, man that shit's too small
Met this bitch at the mall, ass like two volleyballs
Supersize the chain, like it was McDonald's
Ice a whole frame, snowman, abominable
Laughing at the bank, man that shit is comical
50 inch Byzantine, damn near froze my abdominal
Q Rich
Ice on my wrists and I ball like Q Rich
Ice on my wrists and I ball like Q Rich
Smoking in the club, have a nicotine fit
Ice on my hand and I shoulda won a Grammy
Step inside the club and I'm smelling like Miami
In the kitchen cooking cookies, but I'm not yo damn granny
Now they wanna copy because I'm wetter than tsunami
Now they wanna copy because I'm wetter than tsunami
Kitchen cooking cookies, but I'm not yo damn granny
Step inside the club and I'm smelling like Miami
Ice on my hands, should have won a damn Grammy
Who me? You know who I are
Might crash my car then buy the whole bar
Yea we can talk, don't be a stranger
Step inside the club and I smell like Power Ranger
Oriental wrists, with the rocks on my finger
Ice in my ear, looks like a baby penguin
Circle make a square fool, on August 5th
Banana bird fists looks like panda piss
Should I rock the braids, permed out fur
Walking 'round town, rock twenty K below
Hyper color chain with the similac flow
Rocking all this snow, might freeze a rainbow
Q Rich
Ice on my wrists and I ball like Q Rich
Ice on my wrists and I ball like Q Rich
Smoking in the club, have a nicotine fit
Ice on my hand and I shoulda won a Grammy
Step inside the club and I'm smelling like Miami
In the kitchen cooking cookies, but I'm not yo damn granny
Now they wanna copy because I'm wetter than tsunami
Now they wanna copy because I'm wetter than tsunami
Kitchen cooking cookies, but I'm not yo damn granny
Step inside the club and I'm smelling like Miami
Ice on my hands, should have won a damn Grammy
Writer: HORST CHRISTIAN SIMCO, RAFAEL NATHAN GREIFER
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Jody 3 Moons
Hey everybody, this is the moon talking to you
I'm calling in from outer space, it's a pretty far distance
But I-, I figured I'd reach out and talk to you
This is Jody Three Moons talking to you
Now, there's a lot of problems in people's eyes
And there's a lot of bad things, and a lot of good things
Sometimes the bad things seem to outweigh the good things
But it's not always gonna be like that
There's some memories we can't get back
Some of the good cherished memories that we just can't remember
Where do they go?
This is the moon talking to you, it's the actual moon
I want you to be nice to everybody you're around
And it's okay to just go ahead and let them tears fall like waterfalls
Like Versace little rain drops
You close your eyes and you dream about a better place
This is the moon talking to you, simply the moon
Jody Three Moons, Neon Icon
I'm calling in from outer space, it's a pretty far distance
But I-, I figured I'd reach out and talk to you
This is Jody Three Moons talking to you
Now, there's a lot of problems in people's eyes
And there's a lot of bad things, and a lot of good things
Sometimes the bad things seem to outweigh the good things
But it's not always gonna be like that
There's some memories we can't get back
Some of the good cherished memories that we just can't remember
Where do they go?
This is the moon talking to you, it's the actual moon
I want you to be nice to everybody you're around
And it's okay to just go ahead and let them tears fall like waterfalls
Like Versace little rain drops
You close your eyes and you dream about a better place
This is the moon talking to you, simply the moon
Jody Three Moons, Neon Icon
Writer: DEREK JAMES ALLEN, HORST CHRISTIAN SIMCO
Copyright: Lyrics © Hipgnosis Songs Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Hipgnosis Songs Group
Versace Python
As the days keep turnin'
As the world keeps burnin'
As my soul keeps learnin'
Tears fall from the castles around my heart
Paperboy, talk noise
Now I'm in Chinatown, bok choi
Shoulda took a pill, Clamicil
The way I ball and I coulda played for Vanderbilt
When they talkin down
They gotta speak up
When they say my name Jody
They talking bout Jody
They talking Jody Highroller
I keep the syrup in my soda
As the days keep turnin'
As the world keeps burnin'
As my soul keeps learnin'
Tears fall from the castles around my heart
As the days keep turnin'
As the world keeps burnin'
As my soul keeps learnin'
Tears fall from the castles around my heart
When I wake up, its a mystery
Every time I open my mouth, history
2K13 dreams in the limousine
The world burns slow, kerosene
Candle wax melts, in my fortress
I sit alone, my hearts stoned
My thoughts get sorted
I know you can't afford it
Jody, Highroller
As the days keep turnin'
As the world keeps burnin'
As my soul keeps learnin'
Tears fall from the castles around my heart
As the days keep turnin'
As the world keeps burnin'
As my soul keeps learnin'
Tears fall from the castles around my heart
As the days keep turnin'
As the world keeps burnin'
As my soul keeps learnin'
Tears fall from the castles around my heart
As the world keeps burnin'
As my soul keeps learnin'
Tears fall from the castles around my heart
Paperboy, talk noise
Now I'm in Chinatown, bok choi
Shoulda took a pill, Clamicil
The way I ball and I coulda played for Vanderbilt
When they talkin down
They gotta speak up
When they say my name Jody
They talking bout Jody
They talking Jody Highroller
I keep the syrup in my soda
As the days keep turnin'
As the world keeps burnin'
As my soul keeps learnin'
Tears fall from the castles around my heart
As the days keep turnin'
As the world keeps burnin'
As my soul keeps learnin'
Tears fall from the castles around my heart
When I wake up, its a mystery
Every time I open my mouth, history
2K13 dreams in the limousine
The world burns slow, kerosene
Candle wax melts, in my fortress
I sit alone, my hearts stoned
My thoughts get sorted
I know you can't afford it
Jody, Highroller
As the days keep turnin'
As the world keeps burnin'
As my soul keeps learnin'
Tears fall from the castles around my heart
As the days keep turnin'
As the world keeps burnin'
As my soul keeps learnin'
Tears fall from the castles around my heart
As the days keep turnin'
As the world keeps burnin'
As my soul keeps learnin'
Tears fall from the castles around my heart
Writer: BARRETT JINES, CAMERON THOMAZ, HORST SIMCO, THOMAS PENTZ
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Lava Glaciers
[Hook: Nektar]
My mind goes round like a roundabout
Whistles and sings
Darker than darkest night
Sweeter than spring
Yeah mysterious, (mysterious), my mermaids are bi-curious
She done got intoxicated, girlfriend is furious
Just in case, I pack the paper in the briefcase
Rain water, roof taste, Pistol Pete
White Louis suitcase, with the singin' hook like Frankie Lymon
Shout to the Baywatch, David Hasselhoff hair
Or the Allen Iverson braids, zig zags on designer
Softened beautiful face with the puzzle piece lineup
Edge up, I done got fed up
Ate the pork chop sandwich with the tartar sauce
In the packet that I found in my purple Prada pocket protector
I could say anything about luck, you need to shut the, f*ck up
Like an addict threw up, I done poured a four in a codeine
Sonic the Hedgehog cup versus Knuckles in my mailbox cup
I done, I done poured a four in a codeine
Sonic the Hedgehog cup versus Knuckles in my mailbox cup
My mind goes round like a roundabout
Whistles and sings
Darker than darkest night
Sweeter than spring
Nigga hold up, what is this?
You ain't supposed to be here, yeah your name wasn't on that list
We even checked the email that was sent from up above, or rather all around us
Screams in my dreams like a One Direction concert, so
We're on our own, so alone in the universe
We sent people to the moon and now we know just the two of us
By heart, my art, I don't wanna explain it
I knew it, he bullshit, he up his own anus
Instagrams with his fans, man, he wish he was famous
Stop talkin' about your heart, we don't give a f*ck, entertain us
Why this nigga the lamest, why his clothes so the plainest?
And I know the ones who hate us, be the sames to say we made it
Man f*ck the vindicated and the faded, at least they influence
How do we become the God? Language we learned in fluent
Understand who you are, they told us to be patient
But it's pointless like the use of emojis in conversation
Question mark face
What does it mean?
It means stay up on your life, focus on them sixteens
But they want that fifteen like Sharkeisha and Terio
Yeah, you getting your shine, but nigga, are you eating, though?
If you let go of what you find
You will, learn to love yourself, free your mind
We are turning into the God we love
I will never give up on where we're from
My mind goes round like a roundabout
Whistles and sings
Darker than darkest night
Sweeter than spring
My mind expands to a great degree
A feeling that must be free
All that's left is you and me
And you're gone
My mind goes round like a roundabout
Whistles and sings
Darker than darkest night
Sweeter than spring
Yeah mysterious, (mysterious), my mermaids are bi-curious
She done got intoxicated, girlfriend is furious
Just in case, I pack the paper in the briefcase
Rain water, roof taste, Pistol Pete
White Louis suitcase, with the singin' hook like Frankie Lymon
Shout to the Baywatch, David Hasselhoff hair
Or the Allen Iverson braids, zig zags on designer
Softened beautiful face with the puzzle piece lineup
Edge up, I done got fed up
Ate the pork chop sandwich with the tartar sauce
In the packet that I found in my purple Prada pocket protector
I could say anything about luck, you need to shut the, f*ck up
Like an addict threw up, I done poured a four in a codeine
Sonic the Hedgehog cup versus Knuckles in my mailbox cup
I done, I done poured a four in a codeine
Sonic the Hedgehog cup versus Knuckles in my mailbox cup
My mind goes round like a roundabout
Whistles and sings
Darker than darkest night
Sweeter than spring
Nigga hold up, what is this?
You ain't supposed to be here, yeah your name wasn't on that list
We even checked the email that was sent from up above, or rather all around us
Screams in my dreams like a One Direction concert, so
We're on our own, so alone in the universe
We sent people to the moon and now we know just the two of us
By heart, my art, I don't wanna explain it
I knew it, he bullshit, he up his own anus
Instagrams with his fans, man, he wish he was famous
Stop talkin' about your heart, we don't give a f*ck, entertain us
Why this nigga the lamest, why his clothes so the plainest?
And I know the ones who hate us, be the sames to say we made it
Man f*ck the vindicated and the faded, at least they influence
How do we become the God? Language we learned in fluent
Understand who you are, they told us to be patient
But it's pointless like the use of emojis in conversation
Question mark face
What does it mean?
It means stay up on your life, focus on them sixteens
But they want that fifteen like Sharkeisha and Terio
Yeah, you getting your shine, but nigga, are you eating, though?
If you let go of what you find
You will, learn to love yourself, free your mind
We are turning into the God we love
I will never give up on where we're from
My mind goes round like a roundabout
Whistles and sings
Darker than darkest night
Sweeter than spring
My mind expands to a great degree
A feeling that must be free
All that's left is you and me
And you're gone
Writer: DONALD MCKINLEY II GLOVER, HORST CHRISTIAN SIMCO, RORY WILLIAM QUIGLEY
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, INGROOVES MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC C/O SOVEREIGN MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, INGROOVES MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC C/O SOVEREIGN MUSIC
Tip Toe Wing In My Jawwdinz
Tip-toeing in my Jordans
I done came down
Tip-toeing in my Jordans
Just copped a Porsche
Tip-toeing in my foreign
You motherf*ckers borin'
You sleeping on me, snorin'
Don't worry, cause I'm...
Don't worry, cause I'm...
What's up to my partners, what's up to my haters
I done f*cked around and sang a hook like Anita Baker
Neon Icon, 57 city tourin'
I'm first class to Spain, you still buying Ralph Lauren (Polo!)
Might rock huaraches in a photo, Porsche big body
My shirt say Versace, TV screen in my left pocket
I'm from California, but I done moved to Texas
My bad, I'm dyslexic in a four-door mango Lexus
At the titty bar, I ain't afraid to tip em
Me and Sergio throwing pesos at some strippers
Still rocking Js, still f*ck minimum wage
I just left neon rave, tip-toeing through my batcave, cause I'm...
Tip-toeing in my Jordans
I done came down
Tip-toeing in my Jordans
Just copped a Porsche
Tip-toeing in my foreign
You motherf*ckers borin'
You sleeping on me, snorin'
Don't worry, cause I'm...
Tip-toeing in my Jordans
Waking up at the crack of dawn, webcam recordin'
All my girlfriends gorgeous, you probably can't afford them
My Brazilian twins got flagged and deported
This one's for them ballers who be rocking fresh Jordans
Security gate, finger scan, panther on the porches
Back door open, Otis pulled up in a Lotus
Used to drive a Focus but we're still rocking Jordans
California rolled shrimp, tempura
I'm rocking seven rings like my last name was Jordan
I'm at a slumber party, girls only, got you mad
But you can sleep outside, here's my Versace sleeping bag
Tip-toeing in my Jordans
I done came down
Tip-toeing in my Jordans
Just copped a Porsche
Tip-toeing in my foreign
You motherf*ckers borin'
You sleeping on me, snorin'
Don't worry, cause I'm...
I done came down
Tip-toeing in my Jordans
Just copped a Porsche
Tip-toeing in my foreign
You motherf*ckers borin'
You sleeping on me, snorin'
Don't worry, cause I'm...
Don't worry, cause I'm...
What's up to my partners, what's up to my haters
I done f*cked around and sang a hook like Anita Baker
Neon Icon, 57 city tourin'
I'm first class to Spain, you still buying Ralph Lauren (Polo!)
Might rock huaraches in a photo, Porsche big body
My shirt say Versace, TV screen in my left pocket
I'm from California, but I done moved to Texas
My bad, I'm dyslexic in a four-door mango Lexus
At the titty bar, I ain't afraid to tip em
Me and Sergio throwing pesos at some strippers
Still rocking Js, still f*ck minimum wage
I just left neon rave, tip-toeing through my batcave, cause I'm...
Tip-toeing in my Jordans
I done came down
Tip-toeing in my Jordans
Just copped a Porsche
Tip-toeing in my foreign
You motherf*ckers borin'
You sleeping on me, snorin'
Don't worry, cause I'm...
Tip-toeing in my Jordans
Waking up at the crack of dawn, webcam recordin'
All my girlfriends gorgeous, you probably can't afford them
My Brazilian twins got flagged and deported
This one's for them ballers who be rocking fresh Jordans
Security gate, finger scan, panther on the porches
Back door open, Otis pulled up in a Lotus
Used to drive a Focus but we're still rocking Jordans
California rolled shrimp, tempura
I'm rocking seven rings like my last name was Jordan
I'm at a slumber party, girls only, got you mad
But you can sleep outside, here's my Versace sleeping bag
Tip-toeing in my Jordans
I done came down
Tip-toeing in my Jordans
Just copped a Porsche
Tip-toeing in my foreign
You motherf*ckers borin'
You sleeping on me, snorin'
Don't worry, cause I'm...
Writer: HORST SIMCO, RODERICK STORY
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Maybe You Love Me
Maybe you love me
Maybe you don't
Don't try to play me
I'm the same as before
Uhh, yea
Ain't it my agenda? (agenda)
I'm a corner bender (bender)
Big money spender, never been a money lender (lender)
You could be my friend or you could be my enemy
Two choices in front of you, it really don't offend me (offend me)
If I'm a free man (man), don't apprehend me (yep)
Don't contradict me, situation could get sticky (sticky)
Rap game Lebron James, first round pick me (pick me)
Now we in the back of my Bentley, she want to tickle me
On her neck was a hickey, had to take a second glance
She looking damn good in her spandex pants (that ass)
My skills bending hands, no more shaking hands
You got to bring some bad bitches if you want a second chance
Riff
Maybe you love me
Maybe you don't
Don't try to play me
I'm the same as before
People talk about the new me
Say what you want
Maybe you love me
Maybe you don't (Maybe you don't)
If you don't want to love me, you don't got to love me no more
(And we can restart)
If you don't want to love me, you don't got to love me no more
(And we can restart)
(Real) ? looking young, but I'm looking yonder (yonder)
Hot like five saunas, my shoelaces is iguana (iguana)
Trump towers with Donald (Donald)
I can't drive a Honda (uh uh)
Now I got options, you can hate me if you wanna
You used to be so pretty (pretty)
I kiss you on the titty (titty)
Take trips to Mississippi because your attitude is shitty (damn)
Now you got a choice, listen to my voice (voice)
Make your legs moist when I push a Rolls Royce (vroom)
Push button start (start)
I pull a car apart
You should practice martial arts, the way you karate chop my heart
I could leave your ass or you could play your part (part)
You could reset or we could restart
Maybe you love me
Maybe you don't
Don't try to play me
I'm the same as before
People talk about the new me
Say what you want
Maybe you love me
Maybe you don't (Maybe you don't)
If you don't want to love me, you don't got to love me no more
(And we can restart)
Mike posner is a f*ckin faggot
Maybe you don't
Don't try to play me
I'm the same as before
Uhh, yea
Ain't it my agenda? (agenda)
I'm a corner bender (bender)
Big money spender, never been a money lender (lender)
You could be my friend or you could be my enemy
Two choices in front of you, it really don't offend me (offend me)
If I'm a free man (man), don't apprehend me (yep)
Don't contradict me, situation could get sticky (sticky)
Rap game Lebron James, first round pick me (pick me)
Now we in the back of my Bentley, she want to tickle me
On her neck was a hickey, had to take a second glance
She looking damn good in her spandex pants (that ass)
My skills bending hands, no more shaking hands
You got to bring some bad bitches if you want a second chance
Riff
Maybe you love me
Maybe you don't
Don't try to play me
I'm the same as before
People talk about the new me
Say what you want
Maybe you love me
Maybe you don't (Maybe you don't)
If you don't want to love me, you don't got to love me no more
(And we can restart)
If you don't want to love me, you don't got to love me no more
(And we can restart)
(Real) ? looking young, but I'm looking yonder (yonder)
Hot like five saunas, my shoelaces is iguana (iguana)
Trump towers with Donald (Donald)
I can't drive a Honda (uh uh)
Now I got options, you can hate me if you wanna
You used to be so pretty (pretty)
I kiss you on the titty (titty)
Take trips to Mississippi because your attitude is shitty (damn)
Now you got a choice, listen to my voice (voice)
Make your legs moist when I push a Rolls Royce (vroom)
Push button start (start)
I pull a car apart
You should practice martial arts, the way you karate chop my heart
I could leave your ass or you could play your part (part)
You could reset or we could restart
Maybe you love me
Maybe you don't
Don't try to play me
I'm the same as before
People talk about the new me
Say what you want
Maybe you love me
Maybe you don't (Maybe you don't)
If you don't want to love me, you don't got to love me no more
(And we can restart)
Mike posner is a f*ckin faggot
Writer: HORST SIMCO, MALCOLM MCCORMICK
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Aquaberry Dolphin
It's Pierce Brosnan, cross you up like Allen Ivey (what?)
It's Allen Iverson, Versace rim with lemon tint
The lime Benz candy coated with the applesauce (sauce)
The apple gloss, I'm on a beach, David Hasselhoff (what?)
Hassle me I'm Tim McGraw, I don't pass the ball (no)
Ball hard, fourth quarter, shoot the lights off
Fast break, three-on-one, I'll tear the basket off (get off)
Aw shit, look who it is the white Wesley Snipes
Rocky Byzantine, my attitude is Charlie Sheen
Walk around with more rice on me than a triple beam
The mansion, three-stories, living room with trampoline
Mi casa so big it took the maids the whole week to clean
I don't like to drive Versace jeans in the limousine
I could freestyle to a dolphin and a tambourine
The snow abominable laughin' inside my golden vault
The Candy Copper Helicopter when I'm playing golf (fore)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I got bitches by the catalogue playing leapfrog
Butt-naked in the livin' room, look like Reese Witherspoon (Real fine classic bitch)
What's up? I'm bumping Dean Martin Christmas tunes
Every time I open up my email see another million (I'm rich)
That bitch wanna suck my dick then she better floss
Clean her teeth for a boss, Randy Moss
Diamonds on the cross, swear to God I'm a god though
I don't mean no blasphemy, Jesus eat at Applebee's
I'm with my bitch in the bed watching Game of Thrones
Waiting 'til Khaleesi's dragon's big enough to take control
Rich as Vince MacMahon, your bitch look like Triple H
Keep that pussy on lock, put it in a safe
All my chains on, flexing while I'm shootin' Vines
Hoes love me, watchin' all of them like a million times (replay on that ass)
I'm throwing money on your face, we forever paid
These hoes thirsty and I look like pink lemonade (lemonade)
Taste great (taste great) Grade A (grade A)
Grab your bitch take a vacay (in Bahamas)
Coming at these haters, A-K (that's the llama)
Ahhh, yeah, I got ya!
It's Allen Iverson, Versace rim with lemon tint
The lime Benz candy coated with the applesauce (sauce)
The apple gloss, I'm on a beach, David Hasselhoff (what?)
Hassle me I'm Tim McGraw, I don't pass the ball (no)
Ball hard, fourth quarter, shoot the lights off
Fast break, three-on-one, I'll tear the basket off (get off)
Aw shit, look who it is the white Wesley Snipes
Rocky Byzantine, my attitude is Charlie Sheen
Walk around with more rice on me than a triple beam
The mansion, three-stories, living room with trampoline
Mi casa so big it took the maids the whole week to clean
I don't like to drive Versace jeans in the limousine
I could freestyle to a dolphin and a tambourine
The snow abominable laughin' inside my golden vault
The Candy Copper Helicopter when I'm playing golf (fore)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I got bitches by the catalogue playing leapfrog
Butt-naked in the livin' room, look like Reese Witherspoon (Real fine classic bitch)
What's up? I'm bumping Dean Martin Christmas tunes
Every time I open up my email see another million (I'm rich)
That bitch wanna suck my dick then she better floss
Clean her teeth for a boss, Randy Moss
Diamonds on the cross, swear to God I'm a god though
I don't mean no blasphemy, Jesus eat at Applebee's
I'm with my bitch in the bed watching Game of Thrones
Waiting 'til Khaleesi's dragon's big enough to take control
Rich as Vince MacMahon, your bitch look like Triple H
Keep that pussy on lock, put it in a safe
All my chains on, flexing while I'm shootin' Vines
Hoes love me, watchin' all of them like a million times (replay on that ass)
I'm throwing money on your face, we forever paid
These hoes thirsty and I look like pink lemonade (lemonade)
Taste great (taste great) Grade A (grade A)
Grab your bitch take a vacay (in Bahamas)
Coming at these haters, A-K (that's the llama)
Ahhh, yeah, I got ya!
Writer: HORST SIMCO, MALCOLM MCCORMICK
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
The Bloomingdales At Windshire Palace
Clears throat
Tinsley, I do say what a lovely evening we have thus forth
I've partaken in many a feasts, but these festivities have been with the best of, ahhh Ms. Clementine! How are you? Yeah, it's a lovely day in jolly, jolly ol' Saint Pottersville
It's just moseying on down on down the epic trail of life, and posing...
Oh, nice, nice, nice Bloomingdales
How is the Bloomingdales? Ahh, so, so pretty
I appreciate it, oh, I appreaciated the wine you gave me last night
It was quite, it was quite da fancy
It was quite the fancy for me and the family
Oh, just a thick of a day. my grandfather, just knitted me some stockings
You see dear, well just mosey on, let's go over here and have some tea abd crumpets
And just go back over to our little caves holes
Whistles
Just a posted with the birds
Oh, its a its a two for one special out here isn't it. It's just a two for one special
It's just a big two for one
It's just a big stupid two for one special
I mean it is a ridiculous amount of two for one specials
Tinsley, I do say what a lovely evening we have thus forth
I've partaken in many a feasts, but these festivities have been with the best of, ahhh Ms. Clementine! How are you? Yeah, it's a lovely day in jolly, jolly ol' Saint Pottersville
It's just moseying on down on down the epic trail of life, and posing...
Oh, nice, nice, nice Bloomingdales
How is the Bloomingdales? Ahh, so, so pretty
I appreciate it, oh, I appreaciated the wine you gave me last night
It was quite, it was quite da fancy
It was quite the fancy for me and the family
Oh, just a thick of a day. my grandfather, just knitted me some stockings
You see dear, well just mosey on, let's go over here and have some tea abd crumpets
And just go back over to our little caves holes
Whistles
Just a posted with the birds
Oh, its a its a two for one special out here isn't it. It's just a two for one special
It's just a big two for one
It's just a big stupid two for one special
I mean it is a ridiculous amount of two for one specials
Writer: TOM HIGGENSON, HORST SIMCO, DEREK ALLEN
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Time
It's called time people and
If you don't slow down and
Realize what you're doing
You might lose everything
Cause time goes by
It goes on
And it don't stop
I said time goes by
It goes on
And it don't stop
Sometimes I feel, feel like my time has passed
Like I'm an hourglass, and the sand is moving fast (moving too fast)
In this life I live, my dad is my best friend
But it seems like I never call him, unless I need some money
The people around me, I mean the ones that I do have
It's like they're here today, they'll probably be gone tomorrow
When its raining hard, and my car breaks down
I got no one to call on, except triple-A
Cause time goes by
It goes on
And it don't stop
I said time goes by
It goes on
And it don't stop
Here we go again, in my life all alone again
I got no wife, I got no kids
No one to come home to, no one to cook for me
And when I'm sick, its a catastrophe
My days are slow, and my nights are cold
And to go to sleep I gotta keep the TV on (love my TV on)
My ex still calls me up, she asks if im doing fine
But she has a daughter (how am I gonna be fine?)
And the baby ain't mine
Cause time goes by
It goes on
And it don't stop
I said time goes by
It goes on
And it don't stop
Do all my time up on this earth they told what I couldn't make (what I couldn't make)
And I gotta put it in their face (put it in their face)
Was all my grind just a waste of time?
I think that they're hearing me, but they don't wanna really deal with me
Through all these years, from what I've seen
I've had friends steal from me, the same ones who lived with me
When I got grown and dropped out of school
Nobody was broke with me, but now they all wanna roll with me
Cause time goes by
It goes on
And it don't stop
I said time goes by
It goes on
And it don't stop
If you don't slow down and
Realize what you're doing
You might lose everything
Cause time goes by
It goes on
And it don't stop
I said time goes by
It goes on
And it don't stop
Sometimes I feel, feel like my time has passed
Like I'm an hourglass, and the sand is moving fast (moving too fast)
In this life I live, my dad is my best friend
But it seems like I never call him, unless I need some money
The people around me, I mean the ones that I do have
It's like they're here today, they'll probably be gone tomorrow
When its raining hard, and my car breaks down
I got no one to call on, except triple-A
Cause time goes by
It goes on
And it don't stop
I said time goes by
It goes on
And it don't stop
Here we go again, in my life all alone again
I got no wife, I got no kids
No one to come home to, no one to cook for me
And when I'm sick, its a catastrophe
My days are slow, and my nights are cold
And to go to sleep I gotta keep the TV on (love my TV on)
My ex still calls me up, she asks if im doing fine
But she has a daughter (how am I gonna be fine?)
And the baby ain't mine
Cause time goes by
It goes on
And it don't stop
I said time goes by
It goes on
And it don't stop
Do all my time up on this earth they told what I couldn't make (what I couldn't make)
And I gotta put it in their face (put it in their face)
Was all my grind just a waste of time?
I think that they're hearing me, but they don't wanna really deal with me
Through all these years, from what I've seen
I've had friends steal from me, the same ones who lived with me
When I got grown and dropped out of school
Nobody was broke with me, but now they all wanna roll with me
Cause time goes by
It goes on
And it don't stop
I said time goes by
It goes on
And it don't stop
Writer: TOM HIGGENSON, HORST SIMCO, DEREK ALLEN
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
How To Be The Man
Show you how to be the man, how to be the boss
How to come through with seven coats of the gloss
Show you how to be the man, show you how to be the man
Show you how to be the man, how to be the boss
How to buy the car, how to buy the house
Show you how to be the man, show you how to be the man
Uh back in eight grade, banana berry wrist
Teacher wanna tell me be realistic
That bitch tryna tell me be realistic?
I pull up 5 years later in a drop top six
Butterscotch twist, cheek-checklin' lipstick
Might be in a movie, with Barry Sanders
Might be Adam Sandler, and my cup is pink panther
High School, I-I-I was on the news
Fist full of jewels looks like a swimming pool
Aqua-shock start, glow in the dark shark
Mark my words, I don't need acceptance
I'm catching interceptions on you innocent pedestrians, (touchdown)
Suckers keep on flexin', I'm bringing out the rice
Jody shaking dice watching Miami Vice, syrup in my slice
That's a given, now I'm the man but I'm crawling like a kitten
Teach him
Show you how to be the man, how to be the boss
How to come through with seven coats of the gloss
Show you how to be the man, show you how to be the man
Show you how to be the man, how to be the boss
How to buy the car, how to buy the house
Show you how to be the man, show you how to be the man
Packin' my luggage, push get to shoving
Show Jody loving when I'm flipping candy pumpkin
Might hit the club and it's the white Danny Glover
Rap game Uncle Ben pulling rice out the oven
Now I'm Julius Caesar in Versace wife beater
Would go on vacation but my whole life's a weekend
Whole a lotta money, all bills paid
Next pay day I'm buying 3 or 4 chains
Now I'm picture perfect, shoulda been a surfer
Aww shit look who it is, it's the white Eddie Murphy
Big balling, no stopping
Trunk steady knockin', floatin' through the sky
M-M-Mary Poppins
Show you how to be the man, how to be the boss
How to come through with seven coats of the gloss
Show you how to be the man, show you how to be the man
Show you how to be the man, how to be the boss
How to buy the car, how to buy the house
Show you how to be the man, show you how to be the man
Show you how to be the man, how to be the boss
How to come through with seven coats of the gloss
Show you how to be the man, show you how to be the man
Show you how to be the man, how to be the boss
How to buy the car, how to buy the house
Show you how to be the man, show you how to be the man
How to come through with seven coats of the gloss
Show you how to be the man, show you how to be the man
Show you how to be the man, how to be the boss
How to buy the car, how to buy the house
Show you how to be the man, show you how to be the man
Uh back in eight grade, banana berry wrist
Teacher wanna tell me be realistic
That bitch tryna tell me be realistic?
I pull up 5 years later in a drop top six
Butterscotch twist, cheek-checklin' lipstick
Might be in a movie, with Barry Sanders
Might be Adam Sandler, and my cup is pink panther
High School, I-I-I was on the news
Fist full of jewels looks like a swimming pool
Aqua-shock start, glow in the dark shark
Mark my words, I don't need acceptance
I'm catching interceptions on you innocent pedestrians, (touchdown)
Suckers keep on flexin', I'm bringing out the rice
Jody shaking dice watching Miami Vice, syrup in my slice
That's a given, now I'm the man but I'm crawling like a kitten
Teach him
Show you how to be the man, how to be the boss
How to come through with seven coats of the gloss
Show you how to be the man, show you how to be the man
Show you how to be the man, how to be the boss
How to buy the car, how to buy the house
Show you how to be the man, show you how to be the man
Packin' my luggage, push get to shoving
Show Jody loving when I'm flipping candy pumpkin
Might hit the club and it's the white Danny Glover
Rap game Uncle Ben pulling rice out the oven
Now I'm Julius Caesar in Versace wife beater
Would go on vacation but my whole life's a weekend
Whole a lotta money, all bills paid
Next pay day I'm buying 3 or 4 chains
Now I'm picture perfect, shoulda been a surfer
Aww shit look who it is, it's the white Eddie Murphy
Big balling, no stopping
Trunk steady knockin', floatin' through the sky
M-M-Mary Poppins
Show you how to be the man, how to be the boss
How to come through with seven coats of the gloss
Show you how to be the man, show you how to be the man
Show you how to be the man, how to be the boss
How to buy the car, how to buy the house
Show you how to be the man, show you how to be the man
Show you how to be the man, how to be the boss
How to come through with seven coats of the gloss
Show you how to be the man, show you how to be the man
Show you how to be the man, how to be the boss
How to buy the car, how to buy the house
Show you how to be the man, show you how to be the man
Writer: DIJON ISAIAH MCFARLANE, HORST SIMCO
Copyright: Lyrics © Hipgnosis Songs Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Hipgnosis Songs Group
Cool It Down
I love for sure how you look, yeah
I'll run the way to the sky, oh
I'm never coming down
Tryna keep my cool, neck full of jewels
Been grinding twenty years like a damn fool
Everything I own I done worked for
No kids, no wife, no child support
You think this life is luck? No shortcuts
If I could I'd live my life inside a tour bus
I could remember being 19, nice dreams
Nightmares, crystal stares, they don't like me
Flashback '94 Honda Hatchback
Had to pull these streets away from the club cause the windshield cracked
Fast throttle, 'course I drive the black Porsche
Everything inside my closet I done paid for
You say that I'm not the one
That I can't stunt
That I didn't grind
Always wanna stunt my shine
I ain't feeling fine
Need me a glass of wine, so I can cool it down
You say that I'm not the one
That I can't stunt
That I didn't grind
Always wanna stunt my shine
I ain't feeling fine
Need me a glass of wine, so I can cool it down
I love for sure how you look, yeah
I'll run the way to the sky, oh
I'm never coming down
Yeah, glacier berry watch, got time froze
I done, I done shook dice with Pete Rose
Crew cut, top peeled back like a nice orange
I used to shoot jumpers with precise form
They wanna tell you what you can't do based on formal facts
If I wanted to hear that bullshit I'd be in history class
If I'd have been around you five minutes I'd need a six pack
If I would've listened to your bitch ass I wouldn't be Riff Raff
You say that I'm not the one
That I can't stunt
That I didn't grind
Always wanna stunt my shine
I ain't feeling fine
Need me a glass of wine, so I can cool it down
You say that I'm not the one
That I can't stunt
That I didn't grind
Always wanna stunt my shine
I ain't feeling fine
Need me a glass of wine, so I can cool it down
I love for sure how you look, yeah
I'll run the way to the sky, oh
I'm never coming down
I'll run the way to the sky, oh
I'm never coming down
Tryna keep my cool, neck full of jewels
Been grinding twenty years like a damn fool
Everything I own I done worked for
No kids, no wife, no child support
You think this life is luck? No shortcuts
If I could I'd live my life inside a tour bus
I could remember being 19, nice dreams
Nightmares, crystal stares, they don't like me
Flashback '94 Honda Hatchback
Had to pull these streets away from the club cause the windshield cracked
Fast throttle, 'course I drive the black Porsche
Everything inside my closet I done paid for
You say that I'm not the one
That I can't stunt
That I didn't grind
Always wanna stunt my shine
I ain't feeling fine
Need me a glass of wine, so I can cool it down
You say that I'm not the one
That I can't stunt
That I didn't grind
Always wanna stunt my shine
I ain't feeling fine
Need me a glass of wine, so I can cool it down
I love for sure how you look, yeah
I'll run the way to the sky, oh
I'm never coming down
Yeah, glacier berry watch, got time froze
I done, I done shook dice with Pete Rose
Crew cut, top peeled back like a nice orange
I used to shoot jumpers with precise form
They wanna tell you what you can't do based on formal facts
If I wanted to hear that bullshit I'd be in history class
If I'd have been around you five minutes I'd need a six pack
If I would've listened to your bitch ass I wouldn't be Riff Raff
You say that I'm not the one
That I can't stunt
That I didn't grind
Always wanna stunt my shine
I ain't feeling fine
Need me a glass of wine, so I can cool it down
You say that I'm not the one
That I can't stunt
That I didn't grind
Always wanna stunt my shine
I ain't feeling fine
Need me a glass of wine, so I can cool it down
I love for sure how you look, yeah
I'll run the way to the sky, oh
I'm never coming down
Writer: AMBER COFFMAN, HORST SIMCO, MICHAEL ABUNDES, SCOTT GINDELE, THOMAS PENTZ
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Vip Pass To My Heart
You got the VIP pass to my heart
You got the key with the lock on it
It'd be a shame if you don't open it
It'd be a shame if you don't open it
Heart, heart, heart, heart
Heart, heart, heart, heart
You got the VIP pass to my heart
You got the key with the lock on it
It'd be a shame if you don't open it
It'd be a shame if you don't open it
You got the VIP pass to my heart
You got the key with the lock on it
It'd be a shame if you don't open it
It'd be a shame if you don't open it
Heart, heart, heart, heart
Heart, heart, heart, heart
You got the VIP pass to my heart
You got the key with the lock on it
It'd be a shame if you don't open it
It'd be a shame if you don't open it
You got the VIP pass to my heart
You got the key with the lock on it
It'd be a shame if you don't open it
It'd be a shame if you don't open it
Heart, heart, heart, heart
Heart, heart, heart, heart
You got the VIP pass to my heart
You got the key with the lock on it
It'd be a shame if you don't open it
It'd be a shame if you don't open it
You got the VIP pass to my heart
You got the key with the lock on it
It'd be a shame if you don't open it
It'd be a shame if you don't open it
You got the key with the lock on it
It'd be a shame if you don't open it
It'd be a shame if you don't open it
Heart, heart, heart, heart
Heart, heart, heart, heart
You got the VIP pass to my heart
You got the key with the lock on it
It'd be a shame if you don't open it
It'd be a shame if you don't open it
You got the VIP pass to my heart
You got the key with the lock on it
It'd be a shame if you don't open it
It'd be a shame if you don't open it
Heart, heart, heart, heart
Heart, heart, heart, heart
You got the VIP pass to my heart
You got the key with the lock on it
It'd be a shame if you don't open it
It'd be a shame if you don't open it
You got the VIP pass to my heart
You got the key with the lock on it
It'd be a shame if you don't open it
It'd be a shame if you don't open it
Heart, heart, heart, heart
Heart, heart, heart, heart
You got the VIP pass to my heart
You got the key with the lock on it
It'd be a shame if you don't open it
It'd be a shame if you don't open it
You got the VIP pass to my heart
You got the key with the lock on it
It'd be a shame if you don't open it
It'd be a shame if you don't open it
Writer: DEREK ALLEN, HORST SIMCO
Copyright: Lyrics © WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC
How To Be The Man (Remix)
Show you how to be the man, how to be the boss
How to come through with seven coats of the gloss
Show you how to be the man, show you how to be the man
Show you how to be the man, how to be the boss
How to buy the car, how to buy the house
Show you how to be the man, show you how to be the man
Show you how to be the man, how to be the boss
How to come through with seven coats of the gloss
Show you how to be the man, show you how to be the man
Show you how to be the man, how to be the boss
How to buy the car, how to buy the house
Show you how to be the man, show you how to be the man
I could show you how to be the boss
I could show them boys how we ride on that North
So clean top off, looking good
Still comin' down tippin' fours through the hood
Whipping on the wood in that cocaine Mulsanne
Could buy another Mulsanne if I sold my chain
Old school Y-frame seven coats of the gloss
Thugga been the boss since I left Swisha House
Break 'em off, Top Texas, dry slabs breakfast
Wake up everyday to bad bitches and wretches
Boss Life, better get your money right
Me and RiFF RaFF pouring fours in the Sprite
With your bitch, burning bowls after light
Paul Wall called to say it's going down tonight
H-Town, North Side Thugga
I could show you boys how to hustle
Show you how to be the man, how to be the boss
How to come through with seven coats of the gloss
Show you how to be the man, show you how to be the man
Show you how to be the man, how to be the boss
How to buy the car, how to buy the house
Show you how to be the man, show you how to be the man
Yeah a chain with the charm, Versace car alarm
Roll though your city smelling like a thunderstorm
Teleport to Prom, python on my arm
But don't get me wrong I want the world in my palm
Call like inform, I'm crawling like a baby
Pop trunk on Antoine, I let it down in Katy
The candy grey Mercedes, I sold it at an auction
Rap Game Sadie Hawkins, got a ticket for jay-walking
If I had a option, I'd pick all of the above
Oriental rugs and I'm flier than a dove
You could show me love, or you can get lost
Four-story houses, I recline on Prada couch
Shark grill in mouth, better watch your language
Paul Wall and Johnny got me frozen like a penguin
Colder than a polar, Jody Husky sandals
Slide down 45 in the black licorice Lambo
Show you how to be the man, how to be the boss
How to come through with seven coats of the gloss
Show you how to be the man, show you how to be the man
Show you how to be the man, how to be the boss
How to buy the car, how to buy the house
Show you how to be the man, show you how to be the man
I show you how to get muddy on sunny day
Drop a soma in your soda if you want to play
Pour a four in a twenty like a shot clock
48 for the watch, hundred dollar socks
Getting money is an understatement
I pay the Corvette for the matching bracelet
Half a million worth of jewelry, it's high maintenance
Even full of more meds than a cancer patient
I could show you how to grind like a brake pad
I got a hundred acre island with a helipad
No key, start the car with an iPad
Drink stains on my shirt is the new fad
Shit don't stink, underwear made of mink
Big Moe, purple soda, ain't never pink
Have you ever mixed a two-liter with the pint?
I could show you how to drink 'till you faint
Show you how to be the man, how to be the boss
How to come through with seven coats of the gloss
Show you how to be the man, show you how to be the man
Show you how to be the man, how to be the boss
How to buy the car, how to buy the house
Show you how to be the man, show you how to be the man
Show you how to be the man, how to be the boss
How to come through with seven coats of the gloss
Show you how to be the man, show you how to be the man
Show you how to be the man, how to be the boss
How to buy the car, how to buy the house
Show you how to be the man, show you how to be the man
How to come through with seven coats of the gloss
Show you how to be the man, show you how to be the man
Show you how to be the man, how to be the boss
How to buy the car, how to buy the house
Show you how to be the man, show you how to be the man
Show you how to be the man, how to be the boss
How to come through with seven coats of the gloss
Show you how to be the man, show you how to be the man
Show you how to be the man, how to be the boss
How to buy the car, how to buy the house
Show you how to be the man, show you how to be the man
I could show you how to be the boss
I could show them boys how we ride on that North
So clean top off, looking good
Still comin' down tippin' fours through the hood
Whipping on the wood in that cocaine Mulsanne
Could buy another Mulsanne if I sold my chain
Old school Y-frame seven coats of the gloss
Thugga been the boss since I left Swisha House
Break 'em off, Top Texas, dry slabs breakfast
Wake up everyday to bad bitches and wretches
Boss Life, better get your money right
Me and RiFF RaFF pouring fours in the Sprite
With your bitch, burning bowls after light
Paul Wall called to say it's going down tonight
H-Town, North Side Thugga
I could show you boys how to hustle
Show you how to be the man, how to be the boss
How to come through with seven coats of the gloss
Show you how to be the man, show you how to be the man
Show you how to be the man, how to be the boss
How to buy the car, how to buy the house
Show you how to be the man, show you how to be the man
Yeah a chain with the charm, Versace car alarm
Roll though your city smelling like a thunderstorm
Teleport to Prom, python on my arm
But don't get me wrong I want the world in my palm
Call like inform, I'm crawling like a baby
Pop trunk on Antoine, I let it down in Katy
The candy grey Mercedes, I sold it at an auction
Rap Game Sadie Hawkins, got a ticket for jay-walking
If I had a option, I'd pick all of the above
Oriental rugs and I'm flier than a dove
You could show me love, or you can get lost
Four-story houses, I recline on Prada couch
Shark grill in mouth, better watch your language
Paul Wall and Johnny got me frozen like a penguin
Colder than a polar, Jody Husky sandals
Slide down 45 in the black licorice Lambo
Show you how to be the man, how to be the boss
How to come through with seven coats of the gloss
Show you how to be the man, show you how to be the man
Show you how to be the man, how to be the boss
How to buy the car, how to buy the house
Show you how to be the man, show you how to be the man
I show you how to get muddy on sunny day
Drop a soma in your soda if you want to play
Pour a four in a twenty like a shot clock
48 for the watch, hundred dollar socks
Getting money is an understatement
I pay the Corvette for the matching bracelet
Half a million worth of jewelry, it's high maintenance
Even full of more meds than a cancer patient
I could show you how to grind like a brake pad
I got a hundred acre island with a helipad
No key, start the car with an iPad
Drink stains on my shirt is the new fad
Shit don't stink, underwear made of mink
Big Moe, purple soda, ain't never pink
Have you ever mixed a two-liter with the pint?
I could show you how to drink 'till you faint
Show you how to be the man, how to be the boss
How to come through with seven coats of the gloss
Show you how to be the man, show you how to be the man
Show you how to be the man, how to be the boss
How to buy the car, how to buy the house
Show you how to be the man, show you how to be the man
Show you how to be the man, how to be the boss
How to come through with seven coats of the gloss
Show you how to be the man, show you how to be the man
Show you how to be the man, how to be the boss
How to buy the car, how to buy the house
Show you how to be the man, show you how to be the man
Writer: DIJON ISAIAH MCFARLANE, HORST SIMCO
Copyright: Lyrics © Hipgnosis Songs Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Hipgnosis Songs Group