50nikh, Bo, Big Baird - VEGAS BABY / MOB TIE$ Lyrics

(I know I'd go from rags to riches
If you would only say you cared
And though my pockets may be empty
I'd be a millionaire...)

Ok I ain't fucking leaving
I got my percs, now I feel it
My ex, she told me I'm tweakin
I said we done bro I mean it
Now I'm in Vegas I'm feindin
I got my crew we some demons
I fucked some bitch in my Bentley and now she's screamin my lyrics

Top of the penthouse and top of the game
Y'all better stay in your lane
Don't even tempt me, we ain't the same
Pornstar girl and she givin me brain

Look at the slots all I'm seein is sevens
Countin my M's I lost track at eleven
"What happens in Vegas" that's just an expression
I took that bitch home I'm her favorite obsession

You soundin corny like you tryna be me
Stay at your table you can't even see me
She for the streets, she can go ball with the D-League
Ay, coutin my bands with a hand on my glizzy
When I leave this city I know they gon miss me

If I won the lotto you already know
Imma spend that money on some stripper hoes
I woke up in Vegas, pockets overflow
Ay, I woke up in Vegas, I'm about to go

(You're so fuckin money, you don't even know it
That's what I'm sayin. You know what you are
You're like a big bear, with- with claws, and like, fangs
Big fucking teeth)

To the casino
You follow where we go
My life Tarantino
My homies call me Bo
I make like a free throw
You like a bambino
Eating your Cheetos, Doritos and Fritos
Your rap got that weak flow
I'm gettin all these hoes
I shoot you like Gweedo
Nobody gon see though
I ain't gon free yo
You ain't my amigo
You're sad like an emo
Walking on tippy toes

Ay, fucks I give zero
You know I'm blunt like shapiro
You know that I ain't a hero
But there ain't nothing I fear though

BOOM!
To the casino, I'm gon zoom!
We stay hungry, boutta consume
I get that money, you get a room
I'm gon be your doom
We gettin paid, you gettin none
I get yo girl, I'm just havin fun
Beatin the house, I already won
I'm loading my pockets, you loadin your gun
I'm number one
Cant be outdone
'Fore we begun
I hear someone
You better run
Baird's boutta come
In 5-4-3-2

(Zamn!)

(Do you know who I am, Mr. Worley?
I give up... who are you? I'm the Anti-Christ)

I run this casino, I'm Bobby De Niro
Pull up on yo girl and I score like a free throw
This Vegas not Reno, yeah I'm with some freak hoes
Let this thang eat, nah I ain't gotta reload

Not gonna reload, moving a kilo
Runnin a game show, that money is mine
I gotta say though yo girl is a dime, organized crime, vodka with lime
Give me 10 minutes and she gon be mine

Grind all the time, sometimes I get tired
You know I'm all in, new bands they acquired
If you fuck with me, imma say open fire
You better than me, boy you is a liar

You is a liar
You is a liar
Hah, you is a liar

Ay, I got my glocks let 'em loose on the venue
I eat up my verse and you next on the menu
I'm trashing the house I don't know what to tell you
I'm smashin your spouse didn't mean to offend you

Got ties with the mob, strayin farther from God
Tell my father my innocence gone
New Patek on my wrist and I'm keepin it on
Sold my soul to the devil, that life of a don

I'm commin up rags to these riches
I used to be broke now I'm bagging these bitches
My day ones were ops so I burned all they bridges
They pray on my downfall but I just stay winnin

I hop out my whip now I'm chillin in Vegas
Roll up on the strip they go me on they A-list
I link with some chick she got all of my songs on her playlist
These goth bitches flockin I know that I made it

(BITCH)