Whiskey Eyes

We cannot deal anybody else(Rock party)

Hol' up, papa

Go get it, Chinx

I bring those

We cannot deal with what anybody else is sayin'

I'm a mothafuckin' coke boy

1, 2, 3

I'm a mothafuckin' coke boy

You lured me in with those whiskey eyes

You'll tell me things

I know they're all lies

I'll find, I'll fall for you

And there's nothin' I can do

Yeah, Montana, ayy

Hit the game, put the wave in it

Goin', goin' to your veins

Put the needle in it

I snatch you by your head like an eagle did it

Shootout with the police like Seagal did it

Middle of the streets like The Beetles did it

Can't be in it when you leave

Or they leave you in it

E-Everything that's gold, ain't what it glitter

I've seen killers fold, foes turn to killers

Have your money right, wanna lock off

I seen my favorite rappers turn to cornballs

The best thing I did was

Let that pain from my feelings

Turn the pain into music

Turn the music into millions, haaan

Got jerked my first deal

Now I told 'em "suck a dick"

Once I made my first mil'

Told 'em fuck a brick

Brick brick by brick, 'til it's empire

Lick by lick, goin' to sleep wired

Had to learn tax, help you relax

If you don't own your masters

Your classics turn to ashes

We hit the round table, count it all up

Or get the brown bag, count it all up

Call the bad bitches, round 'em all up

Count the first man, count it all up

Millionaire livin', hit the mall up

International superstar (yeah)

You know what we got (ayy)

You lured me in with those whiskey eyes

You'll tell me things

I know they're all lies

I'll find, I'll fall for you

And there's nothin' I can do

They said kill 'em with success

I'll toe tag ya

Name a Hollywood bitch, I ain't rag yet

P-p-props, the pressure turn to diamonds

The karma turn to commas

If the block told ya on and off

See your dreams in the bottle

We on the Sunday POP

Trips out to Cabo

Deep sea with a model

That's Tammy from Miami

Put her face on the white like Sosa

Come and get a close up

I'm on the post like the power forward

From the hoodies to the Tom Ford

Big up, for the stick up

They wanted me to hiccup

I copped the Bent' over sticker

I'm 'bout to come and pick your chick up

Gladiator theme music with casino suits

Godfather trilogy, Al Pacino shoot

This that Benny Blanco 'fore he killed Carlito

This that Larry Davis

Before he caught that Rico

Them palm streets, Teflon fleek

In the jungle

While you holdin' hands in Palm Beach

We was climbin' fences

We was playin' benches

One time for my bitches

Lurking from the trenches

European boots, European suits

African diamonds, my niggas shine

My nigga Chinx's son became my own son

The block where I'm from, you need your own gun

Devil held me up

Figured that I'd convert to God (ayy)

Took my ground from the pavement

And aimed it at the stars (that's right)

Swag drippin' by the liter, four ounce of purp'

(Yeah) The game ain't for the weak

Gon' play the church (ah)

Off the Mary Jane, pill, syrup

Thick smoke, coughing (coughing)

Ridin' on these suckas that opposed it(uh)

Ballin', took the whistle

From the ref and made my own call(that's right)

From the Pens, got my homie on a phone call(yeah)

No work, money goes under the mattress only(uh)

Hands clean, got some youngins

That'll bag it for me (what's up)

Really skatin'

But your conflict diamonds on me (skrrt)

Made my vow to the game, boy

That's matrimony (ayy)

You lured me in with those whiskey eyes

You'll tell me things

I know they're all lies

I'll find, I'll fall for you

And there's nothin' I can do