LYRICS:



[Hook, x2]
Sippin' on that syrup, watch my diamonds flare up
Sippin' on that syrup, watch my dollars turn up
Technicolor tech, whip silhouette
Step up in this bitch and watch my diamonds pirouette

You know my schtick
Lopin' in to give your hoe's envelope a lick
I'm at ten below for this
I might bend her over quick, then run up in her slow
Pull her head back, bust a nut up in her throat
I'm a motherfuckin' pro, so my dick ain't free
You know that Spanish Inquisition, how my whip game be
I like my top laid back
Windows well tinted
And my future bright enough that I can see myself in it
Take a minute to acknowledge it
Forgiatos on the Morgan, forty more to follow it
Collar Neapolitan
Politic up in the parking lot a bit
Got the top of Corcovado cordoned off
And I got 'em Mortoned off the quality of all of it
Get up of off my dick I'm 'bout to call up a urologist
Super in the shoulder holster, Rubirosa scholarship
French polish on the kicks
French tips, and the motherfuckers cost a solid brick

[Hook x2]

They're like..."why you keeping it vicuna for the uniform?"
"Why your sense of humor need a humidor?"
"Why you kick it with a tuning fork in human form who can whip the pan awry, kind of like a Luminor?"
Eight landaulets, pants are made of manta ray
Fuck around and paint the Phantom like it's Santa's sleigh
Supercomputer since booted through the uterus
Lucifer your crew before you clue to who the shooter is

Souchongs, oolongs, syrup out the samovar
Ooh she bad, ooh she bad, hop up on these handlebars
Black shades, brown frames, cream suede, tan cigars
Remi hold heat like a candle jar
Just got back from Zanzibar
Tripped up, slicked up, purple out the pewter cup
You ain't got the tools? No, no, no, no, you can't screw with us
Duo too aloof in the coupe with some kittens, yeah
Noodles to the tooth, I flew the coop with some chickens
Catch up

[Hook x2]