Lucky Luciano - Swimmin' Pool lyrics

Chorus: "I'm gone party swimmin' in my swimmin' pool" "I'm gone party swimmin' in my swimmin' pool" "I'm-I'm gone party swimmin' in my swimmin' pool" "I'm gone party swimmin' in my swimmin' pool" "I'm gone party swimmin' in my swimmin' pool" "I'm gone party swimmin' in my swimmin' pool" "I'm-I'm gone party swimmin' in my swimmin' pool" "Living inside, lookin' like a living room, my n***a" --] ??? [Lucky Luciano] (Verse 1) Come one, come all, it's playa made, we do this here like everyday Hypnotic bottles and tanguaray, fillet mignon stake on my plate It's paradise for a young playa, my Johnny watch stay on glare Got a swimming pool built upstairs, no baller blockin', it's lovely I smell like money and talk sh**, don't like my style, get off dick And press stop, turn it off quick, cause 'round here, we ballin', b**h And they grade me, strictly told me that I would nevermind me nothin' (Fat b**h) Now who's taking Benji' callings on TV screens, God damnit, Lucky Jet skis Palm trees DVD's, six CD's Spendin' G's on diamond teeth, then hotel suites in Miami beach Ha Take a look at me, now Bling, blaow, girl, you wild Take off your clothes and get naked now, I pimp up pimpin' and say it proud Open wide, give me brain, don't forget to give me my change Pimp my shrimp, rub my feet When you done, holla my name Now get upstairs and take a bath, and shave ya legs and the coochie too I'll be waitin', jammin' Screw, smokin' weed in my swimmin' pool Repeat Chorus (Verse 2) I'm ballin' boy and lovin' it, all 'round my neck, got somethin' sick It ain't my fault I f**ed ya b**h, she cooked me food and served my dick Left ya kids at her mama's house, then came, jumped on a baller log No problem, mayne, can these ballers bop, come on, mayne, I'm off the lot Chrome shine, grill blingin', candy paint and wood grain TV screens and leather chairs like a living room, I f**in' swear Tryna steer, she saddled up and rolled the dome 'round the six-10 loop Skeet, skeet, through the rubber, hot, I dropped her off, boy, I'm a fool Zipped up my 'Sache jeans, then proceeded to hit the club Hit the lot and turned heads, then got 'em all like what it does Next, snap, when I walked in Playa Made Mexican ballin' Braided up with a diamond grin' Crystal, Don P and a bottle of Hen' In the V.I.P Gettin' gone Look at these hoes all on my bone f** puttin' nothin' but in my phone, just get in your car and follow me home Two o'clock and the club's closed, but this party just began (Biotch!) 3 A.M. we at the crib, come off your clothes, went enterin' Repeat Chorus (Verse 3) And I'm iced up Lookin' clean, Lucky got the sun on his team Big Franco on my bezle chain, get a close up of that pinky ring You never seen no Mexican with blue diamonds on his teeth And you never seen no Mexican talk a stripper out some jeans Better up that ladder, try again, it's hard to reach my status Ain't no chance at this cat ballin' off, I rather keep on laughin' I be stackin' like no other, buster call me Master Yoda I'm space age and I'm playa made, young famous Saviola Creased jeans and new jays, somebody stole my Screw tape You want this spot, but too late, I got this here and oooh, man It feel good, I'm forever throwed, my Benzo two days old Ten G's and I rock a show, wake up, then put on my Versachi robe Ordering off of menus with a bunch of bubba price food on them Floss in a brand new breezy and she sure look like she model Ain't no dollars I can't call, you ain't got it, go on and walk I'm two times to the left, three times to the right, then open up my ball Repeat Chorus Three Times