Faded Red Cafe (Ft. Rick Ross)

[Chorus: Red Cafe]
I got a feeling
A real good feeling
I’ma be faded
The bar is open
We just bought it
I’ma be faded
Let the champagne pouuuur, ouuuur, ouuuur
Let the champagne pouuuur, ouuuur, ouuuur
Let the champagne

[Verse 1: Red Cafe]
Damn I look good, somebody take a photo
I run my his-house, you can ask Jojo
Yank fitted on, my money on Jeter
My girls all dimes, Louie Vuitton divas
I’m fly like an overnight letter
Shorty, sleep with me
Make your overnights wetter
Better I’m faded (I’m faded)
And tonight I’m gonna get wasted
See to everybody listening, if it’s on I’ma get at ‘em
I can say whatever I’m a tax paying citizen
Middle finger up, I ain't got a conscience
I just go hard like the trio from Yonkers
Head honcho, Kush in the console
Bad boy, now they shook like Cosmo’s
I’m all that, everyday all black
Got Ciroc on deck so I’m faded off that