Vogues

Yeah, yeah

Sesh, sesh, sesh, sesh

I'm in the parking lot sitting on Vogues

517 to the 810

I'ma rep it to the day I go

Weapon on my lap, don't get too close

You cool, bitch? Yes, I know

The dead man with the 94 flow

Lift it up like a four by four

Penthouse on the 94th floor

Bones stitched in golden thread

On the back of the velvet robe

Rose petals lead to the jacuzzi

Strawberries and a bottle of Beau

She came, she don't wanna go

Where you been, Bones? She don't wanna know

She came, she don't wanna go

Where you been, Bones? She don't wanna know

Like that (like that, yeah)

Like that, yeah

See, these other men would lie to you, baby

I'll tell you the truth with a capital T every time, baby

Time is precious when you're with me

I'ma take my Rolex off and put on the nightstand

You don't gotta worry about shit

I told the bitch, "I can put you on"

Don't trip, baby, we've both grown

Pootytang how I break these hoes

Put some milk outside at the door

Yeah, she thought my house was a Rolex boutique

She thought my garage was a Ferrari dealership

And that bitch thought I loved her