Next Stop, Atlantis
Mr. Yeso
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Pulled up to the light, top off Vegas strip, bitches got they tops off I ain't never really been a fan of hot sauce But bitch don't you ever say I ain't a real nigga Oh he said he was a real one? Knock off I pop bottles for a living You just pop off I pulled out a little money she won't hop off She trying to leave with the nigga that got the greatest figure I'm trying to see if that ass can get up in the mixture I ain't paying for pussy unless I can keep a picture That was a joke bitch I ain't paying for pussy ever My heart so cold I went and bought it a Gucci sweater Then what? Then wore it in the hottest weather I'm so fly I walk outside and come back dry It was raining and I ain't even take an umbrella I ain't saying I'm the greatest this my first tape But by the fifth tape tape? Bitch wait My homie brought back the days of selling tapes out the trunk We in the digital ages but this belong in yo trunk I'm saving up trying to buy a couple houses You saving up trying to buy a couple outfits Tax bracket wise I'm on a whole other outlet Remember back in the days trying to jug quarter ounces Now I'm getting full dishes off quarter pounders Who knew a little scale would balance all these fucking thousands F*ck change f*ck around leave some dubs in yo couches Alright, alright, alright We appreciate you guys for coming out here tonight and showing your love For that new Ocean Luv record know what I'm talking about? It's getting kind of late You ain't got to go home but you got to get the f*ck up out of here But before you go Here's a little preview off of our next stop, Atlantis Drinking water while I look at this water, you know? Away, away, away Away, away, away we go Away, away, away Away, away, away we go We popping champagne of course Flicking through bands with no remorse One play all I need to score Baby looking gorgeous I caught her at the Neiman store Knowing me I ain't reaching, caught her peeking New ring on the pinky, this shit blinking Too much game in me, no drop this shit leaking This tape a classic, I'm glad the homies didn't leak it Drinking Fiji, life easy Keep the whip cleanly I get flyer when it's breezy Baby with me looking dreamy Only take her out to dinner if the ass peachy Lobster with the pasta, everything looking feasty If she freaky, I'll hit in on the weekly I like stacking bands neatly Catch me on the scene breifly I got baggage claims for the weekend
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