Lyrics Fat Joe – MGM Grand
Text:
Verse 1:
I’m the realest nigga in here, y’already know it
A lot of you is fuck boys, y’already showed it
Used a straw to sip the Moet, diamonds on the Cuban
Some of you call it Britney, rest in peace Whitney
But when you live your dreams nightmares could turn in tricky
Chase into yo hard stuff and niggas don’t make 18
I was pitching hard rocks while you was watching 18
Rocky Balboa, hard white ain’t a mystery
And I’m rockin more gold chains than Mr. T
I love strippers like 2 Chainz
And that music lean, bumpin ‘New Slaves’ uh
Hook: x2
MGM Vegas on a late night
Bet I put the bread, that’s a cake fight
Lil bruh I’m a put yo bra in the fat pussy
Love to take you on, bring it back to me
Bridge:
Oh my Mexicana lady
Tuta fuelte, mi seniorita
Yes lawd
My Columbiana lady
Cocaina, mi catalina
That raw
Verse 2:
Platinum crucifixes, diamonds in the crown of dons
And you popped about the hood, survive the phantom doors
It’s a suicide, it’s a suicide
Pitchin Justin Timberlake, no suit and ties
They wanna strap me to the same bed they put tooky on
Fuck em though, I’m screamin TS is aboard the flight
6 people on a 12 seater for the night
Now that’s 6 niggas with straps, 6 figure to match
On my way to Vegas with yo bitch rollin the craps
Put it all on crack and watch the money show
A pair of Christians have yo bitches catch the Holy Ghost uh
Hook: x2
MGM Vegas on a late night
Bet I put the bread, that’s a cake fight
Lil bruh I’m a put yo bra in the fat pussy
Love to take you on, bring it back to me
Bridge:
Oh my Mexicana lady
Tuta fuelte, mi seniorita
Yes lawd
