Fat Joe - MGM Grand lyrics

I'm the realest n******g in here, you already know it A lot of yous is f** boys, you already showed it Used a sword to slit them all wet, diamonds on the Cuban Where the f** have you been at? I'm producing Rick Ruben Some of you call it Britney, recipe's Whitney When you live your dreams nightmares can turn in tricky Chasing till your heart stops, some n******gs don't make 18 I was pitching hard rocks when you was watching 18 Rocky Balboa hard ain't a mystery And I'm rocking more gold chains than mister T I love strippers like 2 Chainz And that new, new Celine bumping two slaves MGM Vegas on a late night Bet I put the bread That's a kick fight sponsored links Better push your broad in the fat p**y Let her take it wrong Bring it back to me MGM Vegas on a late night Bet I put the bread That's a kick fight Better push your broad in the fat p**y Let her take it wrong Bring it back to me Platinum crucifixes, diamonds the crowner thorns And you popped and popped the hoods, survived the... Suicide, it's a suicide No Justin Timberlake, no suit and ties Out here Timberlands in the hoodie and they wanna strap To the same bet they put Sookie on f** about I'm screaming TS s about the flight 6 people in the 12 seaters for the night Now that's 12 n******gs, six figures to match On out way to Vegas with your b**h rolling the craps Cracking watch the money show Out here Christians have the b**hes catch the holy ghost, uh MGM Vegas on a late night Bet I put the bread That's a kick fight Better push your broad in the fat p**y Let her take it wrong Bring it back to me MGM Vegas on a late night Bet I put the bread That's a kick fight Better push your broad in the fat p**y Let her take it wrong Bring it back to me