Luxury Nights 2 (Big City Lights) Jay NiCE & RU$H (Ft. Big Cheeko & Tha God Fahim)

[Verse 1: RU$H]
Uh
I told Cheeko to pass me the blitz (Pass me the blit', my nigga)
Then FLAiR pulled up with a bag full of bricks (That's a Fendi)
Fah had some stashed in the whip (Woo)
A couple baddies with him, they say we should all take the Aston to Ritz (Got the double Fendi)
SB Dunks in the Ritz Carlton, (Woo) uh
Lil' nigga, this is big talkin' (That's a Fendi)
Rhude shorts, we could dance out the blue like Crips walkin'
Niggas sneeze wrong, it's a big coffin (Grr-r-rt)
Seafood festivals in Saint Martin (That's a Fendi)
Exquisite taste in the ribeye steaks, awesome (That was delicious)
There's no way you can play bossеs
Big Desi, pistol whip (Grr-r-rt) 'til the chamber and thе barrel breaks off it (That's a Fendi), uh
You remind me of a Jay concert
You will Fade to Black like Jigga when he played at The Garden (Woo), uh
The orthodontist say that they flossin'
Pay homage to the Fendi Don with the 'K sparkin'

[Verse 2: Jay NiCE]
A-ayy
I'm ridin' 'round with a trunk full of Kate Mosses
It's A1 like steak sauce is
The trap house in Philly is full of big-bearded shooters like James Harden
All they pistols contain carbon with a blade on it (Yeah, yeah)
Remember back in school, they used to say I was retarded
Every day my name was gettin' called up to the main office
And now I'm shinin' like '98 Ma$e in Harlem
This bad boy done turned himself into a great artist (Yeah, yeah)
Why your girl lookin' at me while you standin' there? (Disrespectful)
You should tell that bitch to cut it like Samson's hair (That was fire)
I fucked my opp main wifey, she a fan of FLAiR (Of course)
For my amusement, me and shorty had a planned affair (Oh, my God)
Walk in the spot, the round drum spittin' fifty (Tzaza!)
Shots for everybody in the club gettin' tipsy
No prints on the blicky, 'cause the gloves was Givenchy (I'm fly)
I dumped 'til it's empty (Okay), then I jumped in the Bentley!