Tapestries of black and gold they're crying Looking through the windows I am watching you You as you go by You count every word I say Seven verses to magnify Drop the feathers you will never fly Over again you might find a way Turn on a wave of fire

Pull up any kind of way I wanna She know I got that dope boy persona Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble I be rockin' new shit, I got every color This shit

Steal your bitch, call it hijack Hijack, hijack Nigga talk shit, get your head cracked Pussy, money, weed, got all that Pussy, money, weed got all that Riding with the racks, thang on my lap It's the hooligan, drop top one shot shooter Money on my mind,

Lay your head upon my pillow. Hold your warm and tender body close to mine. Hear the whisper of the raindrops, Blowin' soft against the window, And make believe you love me one more time, For the good times. Don't look so sad, I know it's over. But life

Lets get this party started Lets keep them 40s poppin' So just get buzzed and stay fucked up We'll keep them panties droppin' Everywhere I go Bitches always know That Charlie Scene has got a weenie that he loves to show That Charlie Scene got a weenie

Be drop dead cynical Welcome to the new world Open up the gates of paradise So let's get cynical Run into a new maze Open up your minds And soon we'll all I hope to thrill you that expectations rise I want to bring you so that you can compromise

Night and day I think of you Day and night Like the beat, beat, beat of the tom tom When the jungle shadows fall Like the tick, tick, tock of the stately clock As it stands against the wall Like the drip, drip, drip of the raindrops When the summer

'Nother round, fill 'er up, This is what it's all about, no one can slow us down. Hell can't handle all of us, so get your bottles up. Drinkin' every drop until it all runs out. We ain't gonna stop until the clock runs out. (Bottoms up) Hammer down, grab

Gu-Gucci flip flops, fuck it, hit your bitch in my socks This a big watch, diamond drippin' off of the clock Pull the 6 out, wintertime, droppin' the top Give it to they pussy ass, turn the shit up a notch Gucci flip flops (fuck it), make it kick rocks

If you want blood, you got it Blood on the rocks Blood on the streets Blood in the gutter Every last drop You want blood It's criminal There ought to be a law