[Chorus: ?]

"I'm gone party swimmin' in my swimmin' pool"

"I'm gone party swimmin' in my swimmin' pool"

"I'm-I'm gone party swimmin' in my swimmin' pool"

"I'm gone party swimmin' in my swimmin' pool"

"I'm gone party swimmin' in my swimmin' pool"

"I'm gone party swimmin' in my swimmin' pool"

"I'm-I'm gone party swimmin' in my swimmin' pool"

"Living inside, lookin' like a living room, my nigga"



[Verse 1: Lucky Luciano]

Come one, come all, it's playa made, we do this here like everyday

Hypnotic bottles and tanguaray, fillet mignon stake on my plate

It's paradise for a young playa, my Johnny watch stay on glare

Got a swimming pool built upstairs, no baller blockin', it's lovely

I smell like money and talk shit, don't like my style, get off dick

And press stop, turn it off quick, cause 'round here, we ballin', bitch

And they grade me, strictly told me that I would nevermind me nothin' (Fat bitch)

Now who's taking Benji' callings on TV screens, God damnit, Lucky

Jet skis

Palm trees

DVD's, six CD's

Spendin' G's on diamond teeth, then hotel suites in Miami beach

Ha

Take a look at me, now

Bling, blaow, girl, you wild

Take off your clothes and get naked now, I pimp up pimpin' and say it proud

Open wide, give me brain, don't forget to give me my change

Pimp my shrimp, rub my feet

When you done, holla my name

Now get upstairs and take a bath, and shave ya legs and the coochie too

I'll be waitin', jammin' Screw, smokin' weed in my swimmin' pool



[Chorus]



[Verse 2:]

I'm ballin' boy and lovin' it, all 'round my neck, got somethin' sick

It ain't my fault I fucked ya bitch, she cooked me food and served my dick

Left ya kids at her mama's house, then came, jumped on a baller log

No problem, mayne, can these ballers bop, come on, mayne, I'm off the lot

Chrome shine, grill blingin', candy paint and wood grain

TV screens and leather chairs like a living room, I fuckin' swear

Tryna steer, she saddled up and rolled the dome 'round the six-10 loop

Skeet, skeet, through the rubber, hot, I dropped her off, boy, I'm a fool

Zipped up my 'Sache jeans, then proceeded to hit the club

Hit the lot and turned heads, then got 'em all like what it does

Next, snap, when I walked in

Playa Made Mexican ballin'

Braided up with a diamond grin'

Crystal, Don P and a bottle of Hen'

In the V.I.P.

Gettin' gone

Look at these hoes all on my bone

Fuck puttin' nothin' but in my phone, just get in your car and follow me home

Two o'clock and the club's closed, but this party just began (Biotch!)

3 A.M. we at the crib, come off your clothes, went enterin'



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[Verse 3:]

And I'm iced up

Lookin' clean, Lucky got the sun on his team

Big Franco on my bezle chain, get a close up of that pinky ring

You never seen no Mexican with blue diamonds on his teeth

And you never seen no Mexican talk a stripper out some jeans

Better up that ladder, try again, it's hard to reach my status

Ain't no chance at this cat ballin' off, I rather keep on laughin'

I be stackin' like no other, buster call me Master Yoda

I'm space age and I'm playa made, young famous Saviola

Creased jeans and new jays, somebody stole my Screw tape

You want this spot, but too late, I got this here and oooh, man

It feel good, I'm forever throwed, my Benzo two days old

Ten G's and I rock a show, wake up, then put on my Versachi robe

Ordering off of menus with a bunch of bubba price food on them

Floss in a brand new breezy and she sure look like she model

Ain't no dollars I can't call, you ain't got it, go on and walk

I'm two times to the left, three times to the right, then open up my ball



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