Brick $ell Phone 100s

[Verse 1]
(It's that 5th floor...)

Tell a bitch to ride the dick
Like I ride the beat, like I ride the beat
In the suites looking over the streets and all that
And when I leave for the summer and winter, she fall back
Can't have no creases up in the shit that's coming off the head
So I told her wrap my shit up before we go to bed
Hungry ass bitch told me take her out to dinner
Knowing damn well she'd order half the shit that's on the menu
Reverse game, hit her with a cold line
Told her I don't want her pussy, yeah that really fucked her mind
Learned that from a cold mack
How to make them come back
How to make her run back hanging off your sack
How to make a bitch take a bullet like the secret service while you sit back and watch the Kentucky Derby
How a nigga sound so clean and never talk about a chopper or a key, motherfucker?
How a nigga sound so clean when he pull out his piece and fuck the mouths of the beasts like that?

[Hook]
Really now? Yeah, really now?
Bout to make her feel it now, but when she look the city down that
Really now, really now?
Nod your head, this crazy ho
I'm too hard for that radio
Romeo and Juliet, hot sex, hot sex, hot sex
Romeo and Juliet, hot sex
On the walls of the 5th floor really how I do it, yeah