Wallabies & Gucci Loafers DJ Muggs & Flee Lord (Ft. Ghostface Killah & Roc Marciano)

[Verse 1: Flee Lord]
Okay, okay
Okay, okay (Okay, lord knows)
Light down, no Nikés, Gucci nightgown (Sheesh)
Three choppers pre-rolled, we sippin' light brown
Crazy Louie and my lady got a baby Uzi (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
We makin' movies, eatin' grapes inside a shaped jacuzzi (Ah, ah, ah)
Ragged leathers, I'm grimy with fat cheddar (Fat cheddar)
Thinkin' 'bout my broke days (Broke days)
High and the bad weather (Let's go like)
They hatin' on me privately (Ah)
I ate her on the balcony (Woo)
She waited for her majesty (Woo)
I'm kickin' but they doubted me (Ah-ah)
Doubted me plus they pocket-watching
Smooth like Dionne Warwick (Dionnе Warwick)
Used to be on raw shit, moving cautious
All that bullshit, can see I'm off it
And she look good with thе club lights on (Huh?)
Diamonds are forever but the love last longer
Yellow Timbs with the sweats
Good gems on her neck (Neck)
Picked me up when I was down
Real friends don't forget (No)
Twistin' while I chef
Big pistol on deck (Brr), while I call the connect (Brr)
In I roll sippin' coffee (Coffee)
Get these ho' bitches off me (Off me)
Even on the road doin' shows with the possé
We eatin' Hibachi (Hah)