Ocean’s Eleven Strick

[Intro]
Juvy Catcher 'bout a check
Why you goin' up, Reon?

[Chorus]
Ocean Eleven on my wrist, movie
I ain't comin' in the club with no toolie
Pack came from Cali', that's gas, oo-wee
Her hips and her ass gotta match for me
But I ain't finna cuff that bitch, I ain't goin' federal
The jeans and my seats match, I got leather on
I'm bossed up, you better watch your tongue, I can take you off
Back and forth, in and out the street, I done seen it all (Yeah)

[Verse]
You niggas in the street, we don't play 'em (We don't play 'em)
You can act [?] I'm the king of Vegas (Oh yeah)
I got your WCW tryna page me
Bitch, lucky, I ain't even make her pay me (Bitch, pay me)
Got millions for the team on the list (Uh)
All these shots, ain't no way we gon' miss (No way)
I got ice hangin' off of my fist (Shh, off of my fist)
Revenge is a served cold dish (Food)
We took some losses but we up now, sky high (Yeah)
Crew got the octane, red lights passin' 'em by