RED CAFE - LA Leakers lyrics

rate me

More champagne please, more sour by the oz

More bad bitches, you better let through

This the party of the year, I've been telling you shake down

Money spenders, vintage low sweaters,

Brooklyn niggas, well known go getters

Good wine and Louie luggage

Corporate times loving how the mafia thug it I mean

Reporting live from the hood ... no opera money

But guess what I'm hood rich believe that

Shot town, fuck what you got a lot now

I'm the skipper so I'm fucking on the yacht ah

I'm killing them since 02, said I work down town, call it ...

...of my city and hell yeah I be the go too

Boss up on these hoes like I'm supposed to

Ah, me and Diddy, world wide touring

And y'all know I'm a designer foreign

If the haters wanna hate, let the haters hate

But if they wanna get some money tell them haters wait

Ball hard like D rose, you busters start paying for them free hoes

Fucking the game up, too much bacon and soda

Fucking the cane up

Make a nigga wanna go jump my chain...

I take that bitch, in the streets I'm getting money do backflips while I

I'm just living in Miami like 4,5,6 my kind of dice

Fucking them hoes, they come back like cook coke

That's my west coast bitch, she got good throw

Ah, I feel like I got wings on

On my hottest bitches, they got me on they ringtone