Red Cafe - La Leakers lyrics

More champagne please, more sour by the oz More bad b**hes, you better let through This the party of the year, I've been telling you shake down Money spenders, vintage low sweaters, Brooklyn n***as, well known go getters Good wine and Louie luggage Corporate times loving how the mafia thug it I mean Reporting live from the hood ... no opera money But guess what I'm hood rich believe that Shot town, f** what you got a lot now I'm the skipper so I'm f**ing on the yacht ah I'm k**ing them since 02, said I work down town, call it ... ...of my city and hell yeah I be the go too Boss up on these hoes like I'm supposed to Ah, me and Diddy, world wide touring And y'all know I'm a designer foreign If the haters wanna hate, let the haters hate But if they wanna get some money tell them haters wait Ball hard like D rose, you busters start paying for them free hoes f**ing the game up, too much bacon and soda f**ing the cane up Make a n***a wanna go jump my chain... I take that b**h, in the streets I'm getting money do backflips while I I'm just living in Miami like 4,5,6 my kind of dice f**ing them hoes, they come back like cook coke That's my west coast b**h, she got good throw Ah, I feel like I got wings on On my hottest b**hes, they got me on they ringtoneq