80 Dime Bagz [Boomin’ Like Alicia Keys]

[Intro: Unknown] Gianni (Gianni, Gianni) Lee (Lee) ...to them and did some gas, boy — nah, nah I'm finna come up, man — and show them niggas how we get down boy, I'ma keep it real with you, okay? We finna kill it First thing you gotta do, you gotta come over... [Verse 1: Black Kray] Bitch hit me up, told me that I want shit (Shit) I hit her back and said, "Bitch, you better lick the dick" (Yeah) Ridin', ridin' 'round town, ain't got shit to do My dick was hella soft, I nutted on her Gucci shoes Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys Ten bitches, coke whores, sniffin' hella keys I ain't trippy, but my nigga be on LSD Red eyes, gold teeth, tell me that ain't steez Pull up on a college bitch and take her to Mickey D's Number eight, large fries, dollar sweet tea Gold herringbone chain, just like Ice-T Threw on my black frames, then I hit the trees Hit the reefer, my girlfriend look like Queen Latifah In the '80s, I'm a fuckin' '90s baby Tryin' to jack my fuckin' steez? Bitch, you must be crazy I'm a lazy ass nigga when I beat my dick [Chorus 1: Black Kray] Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys (Keys) Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys (Keys) Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys (Keys) Ten coke whores (Whores), sniffin' dirty keys Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys (Keys) Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys (Keys) Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys (Keys) Ten coke whores (Whores), sniffin' dirty keys [Interlude: O.J Da Juiceman & Unknown] Oh, man — M16 on the track, man — Juiceman, y'know? Ayy man, we just pull up in them exotic cars, man — y'know what I'm 'talm 'bout? man, talking through the radio and all that good shit man, swag like this The hell you talkin' about? Goddamn, drop [?] before [?] fall in love with the bitch, she's going to love me, and she gon' love me too goddamn much, and she gonna give me too many goddamn problems [Verse 2: Chris Travis] Bitches on my dick, 'cause they know I got the lean Black Kray and Chris Travis, bitch, that's hella steez Got my nigga Ethelwulf, rollin' up the green Got my fingers all sticky, stirring up that pink "Nigga, what's in yo' cup?" What the fuck you think? Got his bitch on my dick askin' for a drink And fuck you posin' ass niggas, always tryin' to scheme Ho, this how we live, nigga, what the fuck you mean? Shake junt, shake junt, when I'm on the scene Drink might be purple or it might be green I don't really give a fuck 'bout what you niggas think Just leave me alone, before I get that beam I'm 'bout fuckin' bitches, and illegal things Me and my niggas, we be chillin', playin' Saints Row 3 Shake junt, shake junt, what the fuck you mean? Shake junt, shake junt, bitch, we 'bout that green [Chorus 2: Black Kray] Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys (Keys) Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys (Keys) Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys (Keys) Ten coke whores (Whores), sniffin' dirty keys Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys (Keys) Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys (Keys) Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys (Keys) Ten coke whores (Whores), sniffin' dirty keys [Bridge: Xavier Wulf] Uh [Verse 3: Xavier Wulf] We all off in the party, hella hard, we got the bars The bitches fiendin' and they all wanna be pornstars I took her to the car, 'cause I didn't park far We hit the store to re-up on chips and to get bars And now, she fallin' hard, tryin' to fuck me in the car She high as fuck, she do not know where the fuck we are My fingers got the scars, dime bags selling hard I'm in the mountains serving 'cause the sacks selling far And niggas know about it, 'cause its thrax to the tar We smoking where we are, windowing out of the stars I'm bangin' shit hella hard, eighty sacks for the calls And I should get an applause, for the way I get her drawls And I ain't even tryin' to throw no salt up on yo' seasonin' But boy, I be the reason yo' bitch is always creepin' So next time she tell ya, "Not tonight," she feelin' sleepy You should take a listen in my bedroom squeakin' Bitch [Chorus 3: Black Kray] Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys (Keys) Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys (Keys) Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys (Keys) Ten coke whores (Whores), sniffin' dirty keys Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys (Keys) Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys (Keys) Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys (Keys) Ten coke whores (Whores), sniffin' dirty keys [Outro: Black Kray] Sniffin' dirty keys (Keys), sniffin' dirty—