Lyrics

[Intro: Loon] Now mami, it's all about Loon and Massari It ain't about SL5's and Ferrari's It ain't about platinum ice by bvlgari Shots of Patron, pineapple juice Bacardi I need you to smile for me, movin' your body It's gettin' late mami, what time we leavin' the party? I'm gettin' restless, almost time for breakfast Chicks is reckless so I'm headin' towards the exit [Verse 1: Massari] Ladies know me I'm a charma So most of these girls that would be on me Maybe because they know that I'm a balla Thousand dolla bottles in the VIP Plus I had enough of the drama All of these honeys that would be on me If you wanna lemme hear ya holla And then if you wanna could you call on me? [Pre-Chorus: Massari] Baby, could you be down for me? Could you be around for me? (I'm a lover) It really don't matter, oh, you gotta just smile for me Baby, could you be down for me? Could you be around for me? (I'm a lover) It really don't matter, oh, you gotta just smile for me [Chorus: Massari] You know you gotta (Wha?) Just make it hotter (Oh) I'm stackin' dollars Ain't no more drama for me You know you gotta (Wha?) Just make it hotter (Oh) I'm stackin' dollars Ain't no more drama for me [Bridge: Loon] C'mon, you know you gotta Just make it hotter Loon, Massari Let's go [Verse 2: Loon] What's the sense brushin' your teeth when your not gon' smile I know I'm a bad boy but I'm not that wild I might hang out late but I'm not that foul These chicks be on my back like they got my child Meanwhile you know my style, I'm high profile Even though I be in the hood where the gats go bloa I got stacks and pals, rowin catsters wow, actin' here ma that's not your style I can tell by the Chanel you livin' it well But you ain't used to dealin' with cats that livin' in hell Used to catch trying to get in your tell, cats sniff your trail Stocky boots why you walking those heels? Kinda ill how you making it hotter in your Gucci and Prada You the reason why a groupie you nada Nigga never get seen in Nevada, sipping Piña colada Not with me, momma, nah uh (You, you, you gotta) [Chorus: Massari] You know you gotta (Wha?) Just make it hotter (Oh) I'm stackin' dollars Ain't no more drama for me You know you gotta (Wha?) Just make it hotter (Oh) I'm stackin' dollars Ain't no more drama for me [Verse 3: Massari] Im coming in Gucci and Parda And then they looking when they pass by me When they run up, they run up, they wanna holla And they only thing that I say is "Hey Mami" Then I invited shorty to a bottle She said she didn't drink VSOP So then i opened up another bottle After that I took her home with me [Pre-Chorus: Massari] Baby, could you be down for me? Could you be around for me? (I'm a lover) It really don't matter, oh, you gotta just smile for me Baby, could you be down for me? Could you be around for me? (I'm a lover) It really don't matter, oh, you gotta just smile for me [Chorus: Massari] You know you gotta (Wha?) Just make it hotter (Oh) I'm stackin' dollars Ain't no more drama for me You know you gotta (Wha?) Just make it hotter (Oh) I'm stackin' dollars Ain't no more drama for me You know you gotta (Wha?) Just make it hotter (Oh) I'm stackin' dollars Ain't no more drama for me You know you gotta (Wha?) Just make it hotter (Oh) I'm stackin' dollars Ain't no more drama for me Smile for me Baby