C-BO - Tycoon lyrics

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OhhhhhhhhhhhhOhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[Verse 1: C-Bo]

Now see I be the man with all the plans

Trips and personal leer jets across the land

See me in bently in front of billboard live

Sipping on cristal crushed ice and lime

While I flex baggets and rubys on my wrist

My niggas be the shit like rotweilers and pits

Top dollers and fits markeys to kiss

Your four keds on my pinkie might crease your lips

Got offshore accounts swizes in japan

Need money machines to count the cash at hand

Push a candy green navy on unleves with four tvs

Gold real smiling like flaming young key I'm all about the money

And I mix it with the hunnys but not a trick

Hoes can't get none from me

Catch me in rag benz count my ends I don't hate we move tapes

State to state

Surprise to see me riding your town

So much ice it'll melt the whole city might drown

Forever stay a playa and ball with tycoons

Bentlys and mansions with like 15 rooms

Fall to my doom all I wanted was the cash

Lambouginis ferraris benz convertable jags

Rolex on my right bravado on my left rollin in sweat

On my personal leer jet tycoon

[Chorus]

All I wanna do is to have the better things in life

I'm a tycoon diamond rings and live this life that's all I knew

Was to hustle day and night stack my chips and rub this ice

that's a playa's life ohhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhh

[Verse 2]

Double r's and movie stars wanna know who we are

Quarter million dollar cars in six car garage

It's like a mirage when you step out on the deck

All I wanted was the best so I built the rest

And iced the neck then I spiced the deck with swimming pools and hot tubs

Private flights to met cico puerto rico peruvian flakes

Metro rap cakes that I'm getting for eight

I'm straight don't use it never do I touch

I put this 40 carrots and diamonds and get them crushed

Lost the fourtune and fame I'm pushing the caine

When the fourtune put us stressed to get the fourtune I gained

And still remain the same nigga swerving the lanes

With a cup full of crushed ice pouring the champagne

Smoking the dank while I'm holding a drank

West coast my motto toting all the dank tycoon

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[Verse 3]

I be a star to those who supposed to be hoes

But only hoes like those in skirts in tight cloths

And those a dealers played out with kangols

Had troppaz so I swooped up the range rolls

Got better hoes gucci sweater cloths

And went from V.S.O.P. to X.O.

From quarter karats to cares girlfriend

Then marriage with a baby to cherish

And a mansion for my parents

Timex to Rolex all gold to diamonds

Now I "Bling Bling" like Cash Money cause I'll be shining

My broad stays smothered down

And Victoria's Secret from a disc to her ass crack

Right price to peeping in all

I'm not a pimp I just live when I walk

Karl Kani boxers is fence because of my deal with warlock

Staking lobsters from pork chops

From pissing on lingers and knolies

To pissing criss down at the yacht tycoon

[Chorus]