Limozini

Now what you hear is not a test
My mic check slick wreck, and my rhymes da fresh
I got the gold (??), and my smoke from the west
Yeah, I love the whole world but New York is the best
(??) wanna compare but there's no contest
But enough of the shenanigans, go pull up your dress
Hey, Eeny, meeny, meeny, meeny
Yellow polka dot bikini
Champagne, bubble bath, circle back in that limozini
Hard for you to see me under all of the cigars
Kinda hard for you to catch me when we keep changin' up cars
(Flyin' bird??) flyin' saucer, hittin' switches through the stars
Bi strippers tippin' me triple digits inside my palms, oh
Fedora (??) Cooley High 95
Gangsta white walls with the (??) your eyes
They gettin' amnesia
Gotta flood the fever
Fatty lookin' greener
Style lookin' cleaner

Hey, hey!
Shout out to all the DJs
You got to give us play
Cause the girls they love us
And stay, hey

Don't they know, don't they know, don't they know
We get the glow, blow the O, sell out shows
Me Geechi, I drink rum
NyteLife kill 'em with the B-Boy drums
While you sippin' on the syrup and that (lee?) bubblegum
We keep headin' to the bank, and that's where we comin' from
We stay dressed to the tens, but we keep them (??) guns
Stop that tundra thunder and the boogie's where we from

Hey, hey!
Shout out to all the DJs
You got to give us play
Cause the girls they love us
And stay, hey