Hey Wayne make sure my levels is right.
Hey Charmayne whats' poppin?
Fresh home huh
We gonna show em how we used to do it
One more run...dope run
Where that sour at?
Roll that
(verse 1-Jones)
Huh, now light it up let it hit the air (uh-huh), lighten up on the clutch when you hit the gears.
At the night, i had to make the ceiling dissapear (shitting on em)
A nigga couldn't think i had to get some air (right)
my biggest fear is what niggas' fear getting caught selling drugs go at get those years (damn)
Till them i'm in the party in the bitches ear (hey baby), tryna slide paparazzi tryna interfere (watch the cameras)
She told me park up on the back block (nasty) she was standing outside taking back shots
We be standing outside on the hot spots (anywhere), in drop tops, while the cops watch (watch for squalie)
And id dun seen what the riches do (what's that?), it turn rich niggas into bitches too (i noticed that)
Some of them; by i ain't none of them (not at all). This rich nigga run fuck around he got a gun on him.
I live a life that everybody wanna live (true that), i pop champayne on everybody (???)(you see it)
Six parties we ain't slept in like four nights (nini!!!). we just landed, but they said we got more flights.(where we going?)
Remember when juelz bought the white bentley? (right) can't front had the hood in a tight frenzy (aww crazy).
It had me thinking bout baby man Wayne when he was up atlantics stunting hard in his white Benz (damn!!!).
Its butter sauce when its tight and windy (uh-huh), and racing up Harlem like we on an endy (15th!!!)
I tell them welcome to the night life, where we sit ringside doing fight night (Mayweather), and we bring the nice rides out on nice nights; one wrong move it'll get spooky like fright night. (ha ha...it get spooky like frght night)

Chorus x1 (Sen City)
Call right around, don't get caught by the vice.
Lets make trade for this blow, you drop it off, then make a right, and scoop the money right up.
Even when the blocks on fire, we get this money right up
even when the blocks on fire, we get this money.

(verse 2-City)
Hustled striaght four days, snitches scream dope raid, hard topic don't drop so we call it low phase Damn.
I feel so much pressure always speed looking down and like just buy it and strecth it homie.
in the eight puff joint big screen look up, its mayweather live flights was all booked up.
i aint gonna lie no up close punches, but his stroke and then swung my right hand with something.
slid two hoes back, i think there's one missing, there gonna do this and that to me call it tunnel vision.
hit the strip with something bitching, round like altoys, alloys lips moving like they tongue kissing.
champayne life, but nah baby i ain't neyo, hit the club with two get a buzz find a skio.
said its her birthday, how she left me in a leyo, but i'm thnking need to get her home before my p.o.
hit the block to the bills cant bend it up, you stunnin for these hoes hit the club with just enough.
she can tell the next nigga whatever i never talk face down fuck pussy, that's the only pillow talk. (ya heard)

Chorus x1 (City)

song fading out

End of song