Vegas Residency

[Intro]

Black Bo, you know we miss you

J.U.S.T.I.C.E.  League

M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach  Music

Since everybody wanna speak they mind

Maybach Music

[Verse 1]

Yo,  watchin' Kanye interview, feel like I wanna cry

For  every innocent brother charged with a homicide

Went from battle raps to now we wearin' M.A.G.A. hats

Dade  County, nigga, mansions up in Tamarac

Never golfin' with the Trumps and I give you my word

Back to comin' out the trunk, chargin' 20 a bird

Another seizure, so I woke up in intensive care

Pray  you treat a poor man like he was a millionaire

Actresses comin' to see me like a movie premiere

Dope boys show me love just for keepin' it trill

Dozen lawyers on the team, I'd rather keep 'em close

Bill Cosby dead in prison, I could see the quotes

Headlines when them white boys get to pay a fine

Never rapin' women, keep it on some player time

Facts, hate and pray you catch a heart attack

Headshot, guess who did it, where the warrants at?

Black bottoms, through the nine into the morning pack

Fifty million up, I think I need me more than that

Restaurants, I bought me fifty and they do they thing

Now I'm into sports, I think I really need a team

[Chorus]

I got a room that's on the highest floor

Never switch out on my nigga, no amount of dough

'Cause you won't get a receipt, that's when you sell your soul

Hungry niggas sit at home, watchin' pictures you post

(Win, lose, draw, I swear I'd bet it all for you)

We could meet up out in Vegas

I'ma pull out the Vacheron

We could meet up out in Vegas, nigga

[Verse 2]

I really needed Doctor Sebi dealin' with these seizures

Junior Seau, concussion, suicidal every season

Go to hell and that's exactly where I'm going to

Give my people game in this Port of Miami 2

I lost some weight, and now designers wanna get to know me

Givenchy poster boy, Naomi tryna get up on me

Eggs Benedict, a G-Wagen for my tenderoni

Florida Lotto wishes for bitches I get triggered on 'em

Feel the military for artists when they wanna' beef

I'm the Kim Dotcom up in K.O.D

Fuck 'em on the faucet when they in the office

Doin' time, I set a mind for correctional officers

Thurman Thomas, every step I take is footwork

2000 on the seats, a hunnid G's just for the verse

Go and get it just to give it to the inner city

20 Rolls Royces later that night in River City

Seminola, Bahas and bring it back to Myrtle Grove

Murder one, you fuckin' other niggas murder mo'

Boobie boys, ya'll tell me how you heard of Zoes

305, First 48 they favorite episodes (Ssch)

So many niggas out here singin' songs

That's why them choppers hear the note and then we sing along

Everybody got a role, therefore we got a job

Until we meet up out in Vegas, and we got a mob

[Chorus]

I got a room that's on the highest floor

Never switch out on my nigga, no amount of dough

'Cause you won't get a receipt, that's when you sell your soul

Hungry niggas sit at home, watchin' pictures you post

(Win, lose, draw, I swear I'd bet it all for you)

We could meet up out in Vegas

I'ma pull out the Vacheron

[Verse 3]

Gold triggers, still indoors in my Versace robe

Matching underwear, Illuminati got his soul

Phone ringin', Benny Medina, yeah, it's J-Lo (Hola)

Tell her fat boy got her shoe boxes full of pesos

Papi Chulo, Port of Miami, keep a secret

Silver furs, gave you my word, now we in arenas

Pyramid, you call it faith, I say it's destiny

Eatin' with my dawgs, we just a different pedigree

Mink coats, it's time to drag them bitches to the floor

All my bitches tap my name, I gotta' feed 'em all

Black Bo, he was the realest, hate to send him off

The biggest blow I ever felt, that's from the biggest boss

Blue Ferrari on the corner, cousin, think it's Crip

Fuck a vest, pussy nigga, 'cause it's hit or miss

Came up in the projects, watermelon on the porch

Now it's Caymen Island, and wonderful nautical thots

In Hawaii, Zion got me livin', fuck the Coast

For my B-day, Dr. Dre gave me another watch

Hundred miles and runnin', I pray it never run it's course

Touch a quarter million, my prayers really rubbin' off

Ah, I catch my breath, and holler "Batter's up"

I get the money, 'cause the stats they never mattered much

M.V.P. I'm from the league where niggas tattle much

Testify on your right hand, put 'em in a Camel Clutch

Fell asleep unconscious, woke up out in Myrtle Beach

Oh, in Vegas with pimps, niggas think they rich as me (Maybach Music)

Facts, I'm well connected in this city life

We all in double M-jumpers out on them chilly nights

Gave me a brick until I asked him "What would twenty like?"

On body number ten, so I rarely give good advice

(I was by myself last night)

[Chorus]

I got a room that's on the highest floor

Never switch out on my nigga, no amount of dough

'Cause you won't get a receipt, that's when you sell your soul

Hungry niggas sit at home, watchin' pictures you post

(Win, lose, draw, I swear I'd bet it all for you)

We could meet up out in Vegas

I'ma pull out the Vacheron

We could meet up out in Vegas, nigga

(Win, lose, draw, lalala, lalala, lalala, lalala)

(Win, lose, draw, I swear I'd bet it all for you)

(Win, lose draw)