Lyrics

[Verse 1: KXNG Crooked] My queen is rubbing the back of me As I happily pass her the daiquiri, your majesty The view on the balcony actually match the tapestry The view of my fantasy actually match reality Manifested and gradually, treat my past like it had to see the chiropractor 'Cause I left my agony in back of me, got it crackin', G Now I inspire the fire rappers, they listenin' in like wiretappers to my mastery Nigga, that's factory, and me I'll be on some other shit, cruising in my mothership Elbow out the window, blowin' smoke, burning rubber, bitch Can it be so simple, I just wanna buy my mother shit Keep up with the tempo of these beats I'll be two steppin' two, when I'm in the spot Hard bottom Dior loafers, ice water poured over the watch 10 o'clock, I groove, the system knock The affairs, black tie, it don't matter who wins or not [Chorus: Joell Ortiz] Black tie affair, fine wine in your glass, cigar smoke in the air (Yeah) Sit your needle on that vinyl, it's that vibe right here (Yeah) Black tie affair, fine wine in your glass, cigar smoke in the air (Yeah) Sit your needle on that vinyl, it's that vibe right here (Yeah) [Verse 2: Joell Ortiz] See this is that, jet ski breeze in the West Indies (Ahh) Turning at 23 degrees while my left knee leans into the current (Shh) Vision blurrin' from the splash of my glasses My shades, high end fashion with the swim trunks matchin' That wavy boy on the block, boilin' water with rocks Rockin' that boy in the water, when that wave run a hop See, that's a full circle moment, like a donut stop Who knew I'd become the who and who you know and what not Well, I did, but thanks for catching up The cash I touch got you mad as fuck Nah, I ain't Hollywood, I'm just actin' up The coupe matted, but I'ma wrap the truck Snatch the guts from out the grand nash, restore that leather and patch it up (Woo) Was in 'em projects dreaming 'bout all that jet life Now mom's got a condo near MetLife Step light on her wood floor, shoes at the door like this Tatami How my tie looking, Crook? I'm good? Okay, let's party [Chorus: Joell Ortiz] Black tie affair, fine wine in your glass, cigar smoke in the air (Yeah) Sit your needle on that vinyl, it's that vibe right here (Yeah) Black tie affair, fine wine in your glass, cigar smoke in the air (Yeah) Sit your needle on that vinyl, it's that vibe right here (Yeah)