Part the Red Sea in red Louboutins, who the don? Walk inside the club with all this Gucci on, you’ve been warned Packing heat like two LeBrons And my crew is strong as Cali kush It keep you (higher than heaven’s arms)
[Verse 1: Game] Gucci in my closet, pardon my head Pardon my French, but I’m on my Nas s***, off with your head Off with your bi***, she offered me head, I offered her d*** Slid my black card at the reception, now we off in the Ritz I’m rolling this kush, she coughing and s*** Freak bi*** named Jada love the LOX, I got her talkin’ to Kiss Got my hands behind my head, now she all in the splits D*** must be good ‘cause now she in Boston with bricks Got a text on my iPhone, she caught with my s*** Offered her ten, she took it ‘cause she’s far from a snitch Hold her mama and her daddy down, got a sister at Georgetown Paying her tuition so she ain’t gotta be strippin’ It’s money so I ain’t trippin’, this bulls*** get printed Them banks get scoped out, black cars get rented My Gucci suit tailored, my fade get tapered You get sent to your maker, f***in’ around with my paper, cuz I... Part the Red Sea in red Louboutins, who the don? Walk inside the club with all this Gucci on, you’ve been warned Packing heat like two LeBrons And my crew is strong as Cali kush It keep you (higher than heaven’s arms) [Verse 2: Game] Hard bottom Ferragamos, IQ too much for mediocre convo I know a Farrakhan know, three-story condo IPod shuffling between Common, Jay Electronica and Bono Our motto, the last words of Paul Castellano Nothin’ but endless paper and bi***es for ni***s I know Smokin’ Cheeba, feeding divas McDonald’s All the way in Milano, ashin’ out Cohibas F***in’ in that blue Aventador, the nose like Gonzo Let a bi*** get a breather, then she back hittin’ high notes Throwin’ Louis luggage at dealerships, f*** a car note 15’s in everything, beating like Harpo Rolling purple like Harpo, bi***es by the car load They wanna see Prince, I’m pulling strings like Carlos Santana, now we in Magic, Atlanta Wipin’ Ciroc off my Loubi’s with my Gucci bandana, cuz I... Part the Red Sea in red Louboutins, who the don? Walk inside the club with all this Gucci on, you’ve been warned Packing heat like two LeBrons And my crew is strong as Cali kush It keep you (higher than heaven’s arms) [Verse 3: Game] Kanye with Kim now, I’m happy for that ni*** Disrespect him or his wifey, I'll slap you for that ni*** Grew up listenin’ to Pac, now I’m rappin’ for that ni*** My brother been dead 20 years, I’m trappin’ for that ni*** God Flow like Pusha n‘em, rose Phantom pushin’ ‘em Splittin’ Louisville Sluggers open, puttin’ kush in ‘em Ain’t forgot about the Twin Towers, I blame Bush for them Obama can’t speak on it ‘cause the government’s shushin’ him But that’s my ni*** though, still stackin’ figures So one day I’m top 5 and I can politic with Jigga though I was just trying to Blueprint myself behind Jigga, though And all them old disses, yo, bulls***, Thibodeau He be where the Summer be, I be where the Winter go Tomahawk the Bugatti, Florida State Seminole I’m out here tryna win a penant though Never thought I’d be legendary, but f*** it I’m in it so Part the Red Sea in red Louboutins, who the don? Walk inside the club with all this Gucci on, you’ve been warned Packing heat like two LeBrons And my crew is strong as Cali kush It keep you (higher than heaven’s arms)
[00:21.794] Part the Red Sea in red Louboutins, who the don? [00:25.497] Walk inside the club with all this Gucci on, you’ve been warned [00:28.367] Packing heat like two LeBrons [00:30.540] And my crew is strong as Cali kush [00:32.442] It keep you (higher than heaven’s arms) [00:33.712] [00:33.905] [Verse 1: Game] [00:34.049] Gucci in my closet, pardon my head [00:36.522] Pardon my French, but I’m on my Nas s***, off with your head [00:39.157] Off with your bi***, she offered me head, I offered her d*** [00:41.948] Slid my black card at the reception, now we off in the Ritz [00:44.964] I’m rolling this kush, she coughing and s*** [00:47.359] Freak bi*** named Jada love the LOX, I got her talkin’ to Kiss [00:50.739] Got my hands behind my head, now she all in the splits [00:53.620] D*** must be good ‘cause now she in Boston with bricks [00:56.493] Got a text on my iPhone, she caught with my s*** [00:59.527] Offered her ten, she took it ‘cause she’s far from a snitch [01:02.228] Hold her mama and her daddy down, got a sister at Georgetown [01:05.468] Paying her tuition so she ain’t gotta be strippin’ [01:08.374] It’s money so I ain’t trippin’, this bulls*** get printed [01:10.943] Them banks get scoped out, black cars get rented [01:13.934] My Gucci suit tailored, my fade get tapered [01:16.779] You get sent to your maker, f***in’ around with my paper, cuz I... [01:20.076] Part the Red Sea in red Louboutins, who the don? [01:22.654] Walk inside the club with all this Gucci on, you’ve been warned [01:25.585] Packing heat like two LeBrons [01:27.635] And my crew is strong as Cali kush [01:29.526] It keep you (higher than heaven’s arms) [01:42.397] [Verse 2: Game] [01:42.693] Hard bottom Ferragamos, IQ too much for mediocre convo [01:46.953] I know a Farrakhan know, three-story condo [01:49.744] IPod shuffling between Common, Jay Electronica and Bono [01:54.081] Our motto, the last words of Paul Castellano [01:56.878] Nothin’ but endless paper and bi***es for ni***s I know [01:59.705] Smokin’ Cheeba, feeding divas McDonald’s [02:02.638] All the way in Milano, ashin’ out Cohibas [02:05.427] F***in’ in that blue Aventador, the nose like Gonzo [02:08.231] Let a bi*** get a breather, then she back hittin’ high notes [02:11.016] Throwin’ Louis luggage at dealerships, f*** a car note [02:14.012] 15’s in everything, beating like Harpo [02:16.895] Rolling purple like Harpo, bi***es by the car load [02:19.606] They wanna see Prince, I’m pulling strings like Carlos [02:22.529] Santana, now we in Magic, Atlanta [02:25.334] Wipin’ Ciroc off my Loubi’s with my Gucci bandana, cuz I... [02:28.515] Part the Red Sea in red Louboutins, who the don? [02:31.250] Walk inside the club with all this Gucci on, you’ve been warned [02:34.202] Packing heat like two LeBrons [02:36.152] And my crew is strong as Cali kush [02:38.032] It keep you (higher than heaven’s arms) [02:50.891] [Verse 3: Game] [02:51.250] Kanye with Kim now, I’m happy for that ni*** [02:53.983] Disrespect him or his wifey, I'll slap you for that ni*** [02:56.622] Grew up listenin’ to Pac, now I’m rappin’ for that ni*** [02:59.481] My brother been dead 20 years, I’m trappin’ for that ni*** [03:02.383] God Flow like Pusha n‘em, rose Phantom pushin’ ‘em [03:05.515] Splittin’ Louisville Sluggers open, puttin’ kush in ‘em [03:08.366] Ain’t forgot about the Twin Towers, I blame Bush for them [03:11.158] Obama can’t speak on it ‘cause the government’s shushin’ him [03:14.088] But that’s my ni*** though, still stackin’ figures [03:16.980] So one day I’m top 5 and I can politic with Jigga though [03:19.941] I was just trying to Blueprint myself behind Jigga, though [03:22.675] And all them old disses, yo, bulls***, Thibodeau [03:25.637] He be where the Summer be, I be where the Winter go [03:28.383] Tomahawk the Bugatti, Florida State Seminole [03:31.238] I’m out here tryna win a penant though [03:34.221] Never thought I’d be legendary, but f*** it I’m in it so [03:36.978] Part the Red Sea in red Louboutins, who the don? [03:39.777] Walk inside the club with all this Gucci on, you’ve been warned [03:42.642] Packing heat like two LeBrons [03:44.753] And my crew is strong as Cali kush [03:46.722] It keep you (higher than heaven’s arms)
