Cuban With The Jesus Piece

[Verse 1] Lagerfeld short sets with the stretch material My man had the tec, can't detect the serial Detectives stare at you, when success, it mirrors you From where niggas sit give them pests the clearest view The rest can tour the Louvre I'm only concerned about the left collar I came to get dollars, the fame begets problems But so be it in SoBe with Sofia Vergara just OD'ing Where niggas copped the three bedroom to grow weed in At the same time in the W all weekend For no reason, we was young niggas then We couldn't foresee that it would come to an end Now it's crumbs to the cake, we'll come up again It's never how you fall but how you stand on all ten Can't kick me off the plane: Alec Baldwin Stayin' on that fly shit, back up off him Day-Toe-Nah! [Hook] As long as the team gettin' dough And the fam keep livin' Alright, Alright Tell 'em keep the ice cubes cold And the champagne spillin' All night, all night Let me just Speak my peace, keep my piece I need the Cuban with the Jesus Piece Pray that I'm alright, pray that I'm alright [Verse 2] Top down in the winter, that's what winners do Lookin' cold in the summer as I interview Bitches by the pool, ya life's minuscule My sight's set on huge, seen his light reflect off jewels No regrets I'm cool with whatever happens, happens Step on through, No stress on my shoulders Have sex on a sofa, pull out Tell that bitch catch what I throw her Pelligrino soda, Bar Pitti leftovers Giant dreams, desire to be a jet owner After midnight in the metropolis Is when I live life, check the documents Play doctor with six foot occupants Stick cock up in a bad Slovakian Imagine watching them but still can't change that dial Til I take that bow [Hook x2]