NYC 2 the 305

[Hook: Bonnie B] NYC to the 305 All my bitches keep it tight Sip Hennessey, drunk every night And you know we puff that la Bitches want the finer things, jump on the dick Twerking up in KOD, hitting them licks Niggas out here trapping, put in work with the wrist Tan bricks, Tan Boys, that gangster shit [Verse 1: Bodega Bamz] Driving down Miami Beach, Dade County Got me feeling like Mike Lowrey If I was picking and choosin', I'd tell her blow me like [?] If she can pass the audition then we could star in a movie Yeah yeah girl jump on the dick Yeah yeah girl come on the dick I'ma pull on your hair, I'ma bite on your tits ‘Cause I know you love that shit Tell your girls why you call me, "Papi" Never gotta give you no Molly Tell that bitch, "Ride like [?]," and you could scream like you dyin' But I ain't really tryin' to hurt yo' body Bitches be sayin' that I'm nasty After I hit it I'm only payin' for the taxi 6 AM everybody getting up [?], nigga [Hook: Bonnie B] NYC to the 305 All my bitches keep it tight Sip Hennessey, drunk every night And you know we puff that la Bitches want the finer things, jump on the dick Twerking up in KOD, hitting them licks Niggas out here trapping, put in work with the wrist Tan bricks, Tan Boys, that gangster shit [Verse 2: Kanary Black] Tell Bonnie I got blunts for her A nigga act up, get cut for it I'm trapping, the fiends call me, "Oh Yay" The trap house it look like a snow day You could tell this nigga from the rock Work getting bagged up, them bricks getting chopped Stacking that paper, this pack not gon' flop When my niggas come they gon' come for your top Got a tan flag in my pocket Told her I'm a tan boy and she popped it Not only me, for the whole team She proved to us that she was 'bout it Give 'em a little they gon' ask for more I curve 'em and tell 'em to come to my show My mom is so happy, she heard I'm on stage My bitch is so happy, she give me that brain I'd rather be back in the pen than be broke [?] I'm in my throne, all in my zone Had to cop out on the fo' You owe me some money I'll knock on yo' do' Tan Boys moving tan bricks Tell the whole world I'm on my damn shit You a opp nigga, you get a damn clip [?] cop guns, they don't jam quick [Hook: Bonnie B] NYC to the 305 All my bitches keep it tight Sip Hennessey, drunk every night And you know we puff that la Bitches want the finer things, jump on the dick Twerking up in KOD, hitting them licks Niggas out here trapping, put in work with the wrist Tan bricks, Tan Boys, that gangster shit