Aasim - Twenty Seven Sevens lyrics

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We at the loft, seven models
Seventy ways to fuck 'em seven bottles
Seventy problems but we won't discuss 'em
Seven ways to sin, seventy hoes comin'
Seven Yankee fitteds
Well we just home runnin'
We just Social Clubbin'
Seven grams of that molly poppin'
Every flavor of Cîroc
I just went vodka shoppin'
Seventies pinup dolls
But less shows than my master suite
Red velvet ropes around my bed
Come with me and be VIP
Money long, money short, money come, money go
Money funny when you got no money
It's hard times and all my hungry niggas know
It's time to grind, seven
Days, seven thousand, flip it two ways
Fourteen grand, I9-5
Hit the Days Inn on my fifty-seventh day
Seven hours to drink
Seventeen minutes of sex
Only seven seconds of love
And that's when I bust off on your chest
The greed in my eyes or the green in
My eyes ain't there 'cause
A motherfucker envy
It's just dollar signs all on my
Mind 'til I'm filthy rich
Sittin' pretty in a Bentley

All I see is money, all I see is hun'eds
All I see is bank rolls, baby
How you want it?
All I see is women, all I see is lust
All I see is after parties on my tour bus
All I see is jealousy and
Niggas filled with anger
Mo' money, mo' envy, all I see is haters
All I see is liquor, all I see is drugs
All I see is mollies
This just my Social Club

Seven million dollar yachts
Seventy room mansions seven seas
Floatin' on you bitches dirty dancin'
"Me So Horny" on repeat while
I'm gettin' my jaw blown
I got a pocket full of
Rubbers, handful of hair
And bitch who loves her job so
I go all night, 7 to 7, 24 hours, 24 7
Clock still tickin' on my highway to heaven
Tank full of gas in my 747
Runway clear, skies is blue
Got a white chick and her eyes is too
Mile High Club with a five
Inch shoe, nine inch heels
We the 2 Live Crew it's a Moulin Rogue
Bodies all on my livin' room floor
Beer cans and tear gas, we
Fucked up, but yellin', "Feed me more"
Fake ass niggas is CB4, but
We don't need beef, nigga, feed me whores
Password is my "G is on", I'm Aasim
You need me and porn seven gallons of vodka
Seventy shots of Patron
17 is a little too young
At 21 I consider you grown
Sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll
The party's just begun
Twenty seven sevens later
And I think I'm on one

All I see is money, all I see is hun'eds
All I see is bank rolls, baby
How you want it?
All I see is women, all I see is lust
All I see is after parties on my tour bus
All I see is jealousy and
Niggas filled with anger
Mo' money, mo' envy, all I see is haters
All I see is liquor, all I see is drugs
All I see is mollies
This just my Social Club