Shades

I wear my shades when the sun ain't shining

The sun ain't shining

In them louie designers draped in diamonds

Blowing the finest

New york city party till sun rising

Till sun rising

It's 1 in the morning and them bottles is poppin

Big shit popping

Share champagne, glasses collide

A pack of pretty girls fat asses collide

I'm in the a, met a c.p.a

She an independent woman no time to play

Got the rozay, horse carriage in the park

But ma never stoke you cause a pimp play his part

She in that sequence boostiea

In them bleached out j-prints her ass look fake

Flexible like rose acosta

A hard body shipped out I'll hold a toaster

A move them like my name was sosa

So them dimes and them 20's wanna give me that chocha

Those ain't rolex diamonds what the fuck you done to that

Perfection in queens throw about 10 stacks

I toast the mortgage money rozay spillin on me

Michael jackson playin, p.y.t's is feelin on

Pretty young thing, I was wondering

If we could fly through a cloud towards london

Fridays like a thanksgiving feast

And saturday feel like a warm christmas eve

Cause it's nuttin but trees lit up, my neck v'd up

V12 model bitch, to suck my seed up

I kick my feet up on the sun seeker

Bad meter, blunt and a sangria

Heeeeyy, hoooooooe Yeaaaa