"PRIVATE ROOM @ 2AM" lyrics
Big ice champagne Bottega Veneta
Now I'm suitable
Slide the STK and order up the usual
My twin she love me down
She tell me all my scars are beautiful
I'm sick of the loss
I'm sick of the snitches
I'm sick of goin' to funerals
Na-na-na-na na-na-na-na
Na-na-na na-na-na na-na
Na-na-na na-na-na na-na
Topic of discussion
Huh?
You know a nigga lovin' fine honey but you can't trust him
Casino trip bet the chips on red nah that's all or nothin'
Got the work shakin' in the trench ate them boys bluff
Hey look them boys bluff
Hey I'm a D-E-A-L-E-R
Like worry about them other niggas they all frauds
Got the patty and a roller it's a fuckin' menage
Trap goin' up you know the G's involved
Ball in the street more than I ball in the park
With the big ice on nigga glow in the dark
Hey the guard done jumped off the crucifix
When the mob slide it's lookin' like a movin' pick
Hey I know they want my spot but I'm hot
I'm hittin' from deep already known to beat the clock
The financial department dead dearly departed
Them New York apartment that way it started
My lifestyle enormous and for them gents
Be the real Santa Clauses
Off coco leaf I put ice in my teeth
Private room phone jumpin' I could hardly sleep
What else?
Big ice champagne Bottega Veneta
Now I'm suitable
Slide the STK and order up the usual
My twin she love me down
She tell me all my scars are beautiful
I'm sick of the loss
I'm sick of the snitches
I'm sick of goin' to funerals
Na-na-na-na na-na-na-na
Na-na-na na-na-na na-na
Na-na-na na-na-na na-na
If you really want them digits speakin' to existence
Fuck who feel offended
We need all the millions
We come from the trenches
Now we like the biggest
I did it my way middle finger to the critics
Whippin' in the kitchen
Tricks with the critics
I don't plan on goin' back so I can burn bridges
I'm on a bigger business
Fine dinin' with the finest women
It's delicious
We want all the riches
Huh?
Dear God have mercy on me
When I'm on that 9-5 with them turkeys on me
They be pocket watchin' they be profit stoppin'
I'm on an island hoppin' I'm just acres shoppin'
I do designer daily
When I'm runnin' these plays I playin' the ball a day
So I had to throw on the J's
This for the lifers
This for the righteous
They be chatin' to the pigs
They ain't nothin' like us
You know I got it lost it got it lost it got it back
Still strapped on the ave with them big ol' racks
They still tryin' to find a recipe for me child
The big B that's destiny for me wow
My operation no cooperation
Ain't no havin' patience
I just need my payments
I still wash my AP and champagne
I'm anamorphosis but some things I can't change
Hear me?
Bought a farm out Cali I'm still a guy
They say money don't grow on' trees
They lied
Pop's funeral I said I wouldn't
But I cried
A-town ain't left me for dead I came alive
What else?
Big ice champagne Bottega Veneta
Now I'm suitable
Slide the STK and order up the usual
My twin she love me down
She tell me all my scars are beautiful
I'm sick of the loss
I'm sick of the snitches
I'm sick of goin' to funerals
Na-na-na-na na-na-na-na
Na-na-na na-na-na na-na
Na-na-na na-na-na na-na
Now I'm suitable
Slide the STK and order up the usual
My twin she love me down
She tell me all my scars are beautiful
I'm sick of the loss
I'm sick of the snitches
I'm sick of goin' to funerals
Na-na-na-na na-na-na-na
Na-na-na na-na-na na-na
Na-na-na na-na-na na-na
Topic of discussion
Huh?
You know a nigga lovin' fine honey but you can't trust him
Casino trip bet the chips on red nah that's all or nothin'
Got the work shakin' in the trench ate them boys bluff
Hey look them boys bluff
Hey I'm a D-E-A-L-E-R
Like worry about them other niggas they all frauds
Got the patty and a roller it's a fuckin' menage
Trap goin' up you know the G's involved
Ball in the street more than I ball in the park
With the big ice on nigga glow in the dark
Hey the guard done jumped off the crucifix
When the mob slide it's lookin' like a movin' pick
Hey I know they want my spot but I'm hot
I'm hittin' from deep already known to beat the clock
The financial department dead dearly departed
Them New York apartment that way it started
My lifestyle enormous and for them gents
Be the real Santa Clauses
Off coco leaf I put ice in my teeth
Private room phone jumpin' I could hardly sleep
What else?
Big ice champagne Bottega Veneta
Now I'm suitable
Slide the STK and order up the usual
My twin she love me down
She tell me all my scars are beautiful
I'm sick of the loss
I'm sick of the snitches
I'm sick of goin' to funerals
Na-na-na-na na-na-na-na
Na-na-na na-na-na na-na
Na-na-na na-na-na na-na
If you really want them digits speakin' to existence
Fuck who feel offended
We need all the millions
We come from the trenches
Now we like the biggest
I did it my way middle finger to the critics
Whippin' in the kitchen
Tricks with the critics
I don't plan on goin' back so I can burn bridges
I'm on a bigger business
Fine dinin' with the finest women
It's delicious
We want all the riches
Huh?
Dear God have mercy on me
When I'm on that 9-5 with them turkeys on me
They be pocket watchin' they be profit stoppin'
I'm on an island hoppin' I'm just acres shoppin'
I do designer daily
When I'm runnin' these plays I playin' the ball a day
So I had to throw on the J's
This for the lifers
This for the righteous
They be chatin' to the pigs
They ain't nothin' like us
You know I got it lost it got it lost it got it back
Still strapped on the ave with them big ol' racks
They still tryin' to find a recipe for me child
The big B that's destiny for me wow
My operation no cooperation
Ain't no havin' patience
I just need my payments
I still wash my AP and champagne
I'm anamorphosis but some things I can't change
Hear me?
Bought a farm out Cali I'm still a guy
They say money don't grow on' trees
They lied
Pop's funeral I said I wouldn't
But I cried
A-town ain't left me for dead I came alive
What else?
Big ice champagne Bottega Veneta
Now I'm suitable
Slide the STK and order up the usual
My twin she love me down
She tell me all my scars are beautiful
I'm sick of the loss
I'm sick of the snitches
I'm sick of goin' to funerals
Na-na-na-na na-na-na-na
Na-na-na na-na-na na-na
Na-na-na na-na-na na-na
