Sierra Leone

Lyrics

[Intro: Big Sean & Nas] I'm sorry Sierra Leone, one day we'll right the wrongs White sand on her feet Paper, player Diamonds and gold [Chorus: Big Sean, James Fauntleroy, Big Sean & James Fauntleroy] She tell me she love me (She tell me she love me) I'm everything that she want (She say I'm everything she wants) Top floor, only way that we go Diamonds and gold, Sierra Leone, Leone Hotel look like Sierra Leone, Leone Chain, ring look like Sierra Leone, Leone And she don't ever tell me I'm wrong, I'm wrong 'Cause she don't want to leave Sierra Leone, Leone (Leone, Leone) [Verse 1: Big Sean] Getting to it, I be getting to it Hella groovin', rooftop, better viewin' Always hella coppin', no propellers, moving bank tellers Movin', youngin', revenuin', mozzarella chewin', you know? Lobster butter basted I deserve every crumb tasted, road to riches one way and Sunbathing, tongue tastin' After that, she wine tasting, Sean tastin' You know? I gave her diamonds and gold That's Sierra Leone, her friends like "Girl, don't let go" So she ain't askin', she ain't whinin' Complainin' or trippin', man, I got her damn near strippin' For the handbag livin', Saks Fifthin', tag rippin' No more tab splittin', cab gettin', who wants to go back to that livin'? Do ya? So let's sex on the beach Then the rest on the sheets for the rest of the week, 'til [Chorus: Big Sean, James Fauntleroy, Big Sean & James Fauntleroy] She tell me she love me (She tell me she love me) I'm everything that she want (Showing everything she wants) Top floor, only way that we go Diamonds and gold, Sierra Leone, Leone Hotel look like Sierra Leone, Leone Chain, ring look like Sierra Leone, Leone And she don't ever tell me I'm wrong, I'm wrong 'Cause she don't want to leave Sierra Leone, Leone (Leone, Leone) [Bridge] Oh-woah, woah Oh-woah, woah Oh-woah, woah [Verse 2: Big Sean] What you know about wake up to fuckin' 'fore you even can stretch? Yeah, I'm on vacay and my dick still need a rest I might get her on film, star and direct Just might win an award if that shit hit the 'net Oh, reclinin' in seats Not liftin' a finger 'less I'm signin' receipts Livin' life like I got a degree Nah, fuck it, I'm livin' life like I done got in the league Look, my car look like it play for the Lakers Credit card look like it play for the Raiders I watch her play for the paper Chandelier, marble floor on her feet She say I'm a don, I gotta agree, I fuck her to sleep [Chorus: Big Sean, James Fauntleroy, Big Sean & James Fauntleroy] She tell me she love me (She tell me she love me) I'm everything that she want (Showing everything she wants) Top floor, only way that we go Diamonds and gold, Sierra Leone, Leone Hotel look like Sierra Leone, Leone Chain, ring look like Sierra Leone, Leone And she don't ever tell me I'm wrong, I'm wrong 'Cause she don't want to leave Sierra Leone, Leone (Leone, Leone, oh) [Outro: Big Sean] Oh, baby, mm Mm Mm-mm I gotta take a shower, you so goddamn nasty, baby Okay, baby Ayy, baby, can you get that? Yo, what's up with you? Ayy, who is it? Oh shit, it's just room service Room service? Again? That's all you grabbed? What about these rings? What are you looking for? Ayy, could you grab me a towel? His wallet Lisa, grab that phone Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up Wait, and are those Balenciagas? Ooh, get 'em, get all that shit Alright, come on, we gotta get the fuck out of here Yo Yo, hello? Bitch, what the fuck?