Lyrics

[Verse 1] Some friends turn foes over money and hoes When they family ain't tight, when they money ain't right When you party with me, you party all night Cause I ain't with doing nothing if we ain't doing it right Players haters, when they getting face-to-face altercations They be getting played like Sony Playstation When the feds having fun, cracker bastards try to stop us Them thirsty cats be in the background trying to clock us I see them when they start scheming, I know what they thinking of Mad at us for being players and they can't get no love I see you playa What it boil down to Is my flow's hot Your flow Your flow's not You're so-so Goin' 'gainst 50 Cent, that's a no-no, y'all know better than that [Chorus] Flowers blooming, morning dew, and the cats just ain't the same It's a pleasure when you treasure all that's new and true in the game Easy living while we're pimping what we know we're dreaming of We are one having fun walking in the glow of a thug [Verse 2] First it was me and my pistol, but since the last mistrial It's been nothin' but Cristal, I'm living it up My lawyer, K.O.'d the case, checked the lawbook for my name I sit in courtrooms and throw signs like I'm a Mason Money is power, envy is cash breed evil I could be robbed with the jewels I drop Came into the store a year ago I decided to stack chips on the whip Push the hoot, now I be sitting on Beach Huevo Contemplating coping the Coupe... Hmm, should I? Ghetto as I wanna be, I say "What up dude?" When I breach you serve you bricks, through time to beat you Send you back empty handed to your people The world my chess board I make power moves like I'm right on the L [Chorus] [Verse 3] You wanna, party with me, come on, party with me Oh, you don't wanna party with me, it's aight with me Shorty, what's your favorite champagne, Cristal, Moet or Dom P? Lighten up, get a bottle boo, but it ain't on me I'm caught up, in my ghetto way of thinking From the ice, to the minks, to the champagne we drinking Big boys is playing Benzos with AMG kits and 20 inch Lorenzos Follow me, round and round, the club 3 and a quarter drop-tops with hard tops 20 whips for chip; that's it. Average joes who flip bricks My team flash keys like they grow on trees When it's hot, park the whips and ride bikes If you wheel-eing through traffic on the turn-bikes, aight