Twenty Seven Sevens

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
We at the loft, seven models, seventy ways to fuck 'em
Seven bottles, seventy problems but we won't discuss 'em
Seven ways to sin, seventy hoes comin'
Seven Yankee fitteds, well we just home runnin'
We just Social Clubbin', seven grams of that molly poppin'
Every flavor of Cîroc, I just went vodka shoppin'
Seventies pinup dolls, but less shows than my master suite
Red velvet ropes around my bed, come with me and be V.I.P
Money long, money short, money come, money go
Money funny when you got no money, it's hard times and all my hungry niggas know
It's time to grind, seven days, seven thousand, flip it two ways
Fourteen grand, I-9-5, hit the Days Inn on my fifty-seventh day
Seven hours to drink, seventeen minutes of sex
Only seven seconds of love, and that's when I bust off on your chest
The greed in my eyes or the green in my eyes ain't there 'cause a motherfucker envy
It's just dollar signs all on my mind 'til I'm filthy rich, sittin' pretty in a Bentley

[Chorus]
All I see is money, all I see is hun'eds
All I see is bank rolls, baby, how you want it?
All I see is women, all I see is lust
All I see is after parties on my tour bus
All I see is jealousy and niggas filled with anger
Mo' money, mo' envy, all I see is haters
All I see is liquor, all I see is drugs
All I see is mollies, this just my Social Club

[Verse 2]
Seven million dollar yachts, seventy room mansions
Seven seas, floatin' on you bitches dirty dancin'
"Me So Horny" on repeat while I'm gettin' my jaw blown
I got a pocket full of rubbers, handful of hair, and bitch who loves her job so
I go all night, 7 to 7, 24 hours, 24/7
Clock still tickin' on my highway to heaven, tank full of gas in my 747
Runway clear, skies is blue, got a white chick and her eyes is too
Mile High Club with a five inch shoe, nine inch heels, we the 2 Live Crew
It's a Moulin Rogue, bodies all on my livin' room floor
Beer cans and tear gas, we fucked up, but yellin', "Feed me more"
Fake ass niggas is CB4, but we don't need beef, nigga, feed me whores
Password is my "G is on", I'm Aasim, you need me and porn
Seven gallons of vodka, seventy shots of Patron
17 is a little too young, at 21 I consider you grown
Sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll, the party's just begun
Twenty seven sevens later, and I think I'm on one

[Chorus]
All I see is money, all I see is hun'eds
All I see is bank rolls, baby, how you want it?
All I see is women, all I see is lust
All I see is after parties on my tour bus
All I see is jealousy and niggas filled with anger
Mo' money, mo' envy, all I see is haters
All I see is liquor, all I see is drugs
All I see is mollies, this just my Social Club