Fiesta

[Intro: R. Kelly]
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[Verse 1: R. Kelly]
Chilling in my four point six at the light
'Bout to be VIP for the night
Shorty in the drop top V made a right
Pull up to her bumper, baby beeped twice
Jumped out the whip like I was the police
Didn't have a gun, but my wrist said freeze
Got Friday on a DVD
She's a baller and I'm a baller
Wha-what?

[Chorus: R. Kelly]
To all my hot girls living fiesta
To all my hot boys living fiesta
To all my Chi-town niggas, fiesta
And all my uptown niggas, fiesta
To all my players and my hustlers, fiesta
And if you sitting on them blades, fiesta
To all my honies in the club, fiesta
And if you rolling with a thug, fiesta

[Verse 2: R. Kelly]
We be off in the club sipping lot
Red-eye deep in the club puffing lye
Strippers in the back of the club showing live
Soon as I get a buzz I'm showing out
House on top of the hill, counting what?
Who's gonna buy the bar? Got enough
Take the haters out in the back, rough 'em up
I'm a baller, now where's my ballers?
Wha-what?

[Chorus: R. Kelly]
To all my hot girls living fiesta
To all my hot boys living fiesta
To all my Chi-town niggas, fiesta
And all my uptown niggas, fiesta
To all my players and my hustlers, fiesta
And if you sitting on them blades, fiesta
To all my honies in the club, fiesta
And if you rolling with a thug, fiesta

[Bridge: R. Kelly]
We pop Cris' on a daily base
Plus we got honies all up in the place
Bout to wild out in a major way
So put your hands up if you made your pay
Add a little juice to the Tanqueray
And let the ice show 'til it blind her face
Rockland sitting on Capitol Hill
Trackmasters make capital deals

[Verse 3: Gotti]
Now look at Gotti iced out with the blingy-bling
And a big body sitting on them gleamy things
Now Rockland niggas know the means of cream
Kelly, R&B Thug and it sings to king
Got PJ niggas in Cabrini–Green (thugged out)
Hot chicks down to do anything
Cop them mo' chicks
Cop mo' bricks, pop mo' Cris'
Ay Kelly drop mo' hits

[Verse 4: Boo]
What you know about them cats that be spendin' the dough
Every day drink Henny and a bottle of Mo'
Ride whips, hitting chicks, blowing twenties on 'dro
To the club thirty deep, plenty of ice to show
Mami say she never rolled in a six before (fiesta)
Never seen a young cat this rich before
Yeah Kelly made the way for these niggas to blow (fiesta)
Thugged out, 2G, Rockland for sure (fiesta)

[Chorus: R. Kelly]
To all my hot girls living fiesta
To all my hot boys living fiesta
To all my Chi-town niggas, fiesta
And all my uptown niggas, fiesta
To all my players and my hustlers, fiesta
And if you sitting on them blades, fiesta
To all my honies in the club, fiesta
And if you rolling with a thug, fiesta
To all my hot girls living fiesta
To all my hot boys living fiesta
To all my Chi-town niggas, fiesta
And all my uptown niggas, fiesta
To all my players and my hustlers, fiesta