Glow

[Intro] Oh ya talkin' 'bout cash Talkin bout glow Lowa Get that glow [Geechi Suede] Doors open and feathers fly, multiple colored sky Leathers on my back, with Chardonnay and Alize, well I Room full of mirrors with no ceilin' to glance Call your cronies, get your ponies, got you lovin' my dance [Sonny Cheeba] Cheeba hit lanes on fours, and I switch dames in full-color Dip planes in smalls, and I'm hot white, 'bout fur covered Got plenty Jennies with Henny, they love to soul ride that train Slimmy, you hear me, have my money Have my money, cause I need these new Cobras, they hiss They purple and red, they gets bread [Suede] You got me spotted like polka-dot, my knot gettin' heavy Make moolah around the clock, then squeeze up on your Betty Out your teddy, you shitty, Remy-emy pourin through hollow Double dose of mommosa, pick up the bottle and swallow [Cheeba] Lowa, Jim Kellier, Jim Brown Dillinger Older cocka, own rocks and Vodka Pole slick miss, fo-cu-sin on Patra Glass mattress, glass mask and casper On her tippy-toes, higher than Jimmy Come fly with the slimmy, we're off in that purple haze [Suede] She said, Suede, work your voodoo on me Horizontal in the Tahoe, vertical in the V Kangaroos on my back, so I switch it to three Put the levels up some more and you just might O.D [Hook: Geechi Suede/Both] We gon' get that glow We gon' push it to the limit and live it Until we swim in them digits We gon' get that glow We gon' pool it from the floor to the ceiling Until we makin a killin' We gon' get that glow We gon' push it to the limit and live it Until we swim in them digits We gon' get that glow We gon' pool it from the floor to the ceiling Until we makin a killin' We gon' [Cheeba] Hey y'all I got two Jimmy clips, flames spat Guerilla runnin 'round with sour body and glass So I got to go get the auto Eject his torso [Geechi] Carolina, bella donna, she get it from her mamma Sex designer, lights your mind up Sip it, then roll the dime up Gentlemen crooks, snazzy, hip, and flashy with looks Crooked City's walkin witty, you ain't makin' like us Get dust, you lust, the watch, for futch, pro-clutch did it Cruise up, new trucks, don't touch the new fitted [Cheeba] You know I love it when we do the Lou Rawls Smash int with a few broads Meet ten at the bar then we slash off in two hogs Whitewall, whitewall, Lo-a gonna screw ball Old dames, if your light flash kindly float off [Geechi] Stormin', warnin', we Ali fornin' Pedal to the floor, like my chinchilla that's long and All non-believers get whiff on the gator sneakers We out the park with this one, while you paradin' the bleachers It's serious, like Cheerios with no milk Stereo with no Lo, but never that cause it's back [Cheeba] We don't need no strags in here Whole lotta crushers are crushin the ? Lo-a not lower with twenty, it don't appear Crooks when we leave, apply pressure and flare [Hook] [Hook: Geechi Suede/Both] We gon' get that glow We gon' push it to the limit and live it Until we swim in them digits We gon' get that glow We gon' pool it from the floor to the ceiling Until we makin a killin' We gon' get that glow We gon' push it to the limit and live it Until we swim in them digits We gon' get that glow We gon' pool it from the floor to the ceiling Until we makin a killin' We gon' get that glow We gon' push it to the limit and live it Until we swim in them digits We gon' get that glow We gon' pool it from the floor to the ceiling Until we makin a killin' We gon' get that glow We gon' push it to the limit and live it Until we swim in them digits We gon' get that glow We gon' pool it from the floor to the ceiling Until we makin a killin' [Outro: Sonny Cheeba] You hear them cats in the back talkin' 'bout Love you baby, love you baby They talkin bout that cash, that glow Ha You gon' get that, get that glow Lo-a, how we do sheeb' blowa' Suedea', big Cheeba Shawny want in the back, get the And that glow Whole lotta cash caddy, and glow Glow up off me, get up out my pockets Get up out my glow caddy I'm done talkin to y'all Lo-a