Start with some shots then pop bottles

Flirt with the hood rats then pop bottles







Hey somebody tell Ramone we need some more of that Patron

Tell Jose get more of that Rosei

We ain't come to play tonight

Street Fiddadidadamm





Due to the peer pressures of Patrone

Ya girlfriend ain't get near messages to her phone

Couldn't care less if you was gone

The girl took shots to her head like she wear vest'es on her dome

Me, I'm on the Rose with the flowers on the bottle

I Take a few pulls then pass the sour to a model

You might've seen her on the cover or a center fold

Lot of class got a ass soft as a dinner roll

I got them white stones mixed with canary yellows

A 1, 2 step that'll make Ciara Jealous

I got heat, do the sun blockin if you wanna

Till the guns cockin'

And you're Yung Joc-in' in the corner

Get the cops it's goin' down

This little nigga heart beat it's slowin' down

I pay cash or I swipe the black thing on a bitch

Left with two hos and some Mac stains in my Rich

Yeah





Start with some shots then pop bottles

Flirt with the hood rats then pop bottles







Loso what it look like?

Let's get it in Yeah





After a couple of straight shots of the Yak

I'm on top of the couches like I don't know how to act

These Dior shades cost about a stack

Rich Yung tee and denim with the wings across the back

(Take my black card)

Tell the waitresses to keep the bottles comin'

Plus I got about a onion

Worth of Kush that I brung in

Smokin until I'm done and

Two steppin' to the beat

I sweepin the dance floor checkin for a freak

Really only concerned with her neck down to her feet

If her hair right, we might even get breakfast before I skeet

In every city we get love

Tip dubs

Sip bub

Make it rain and we ain't even in the strip club

You couldn't find her and you know where your bitch was

Just a side effect of what the shit around my wrist does

I tell you this cause

You better keep it with her

Cause nigga if I hit her

You might as well forget her





Start with some shots then pop bottles

Flirt with the hood rats then pop bottles







Twenty street niggas iced up and gatted down

Hit the club but we don't get patted down

Street Fam, Philly Freck got them suckas mad

Stay cool quarter mill up in the duffle bag

Withdraw thirty about to hit up Opium

Fab told Jose to bring the Rosey in

I bet these bitches make a ring around us

Ya'll got the police we got bling around us

West Philly I'm just reppin where I'm from

The E-40 got them bitches goin' dumb

The Fendi Aviators look real fly kid

Diamonds blinkin' at these bitches like eye lids

Nice cuban little chick with the dark skin

My man Smoke said "Damn you off the charts hun"

Straight shots to the head like a marksman

She gave me jaws the watch band was shark skin





Start with some shots then pop bottles

Flirt with the hood rats then pop bottles