Action Bronson, Wais P - Staten Island Ferry lyrics

Wais man what up Act?
You brought those bitches by the other night
I liked the white one with the tit's
The blond one!
I was peeping her, can I get that freebee?
I got you shi! Son of at

We got the steel drum
Jerk chicken, smoke singles, oil fingers
Wrapped around a Snapple blowing trees
Lean on foreign cars
Army Shorts seven hookers stripping
On the party bus
Generate that paper with the green ink
In God We Trust
Draped in all kinds of animals from Africa
Style is always fresh
Because I flip it like the a spatula
Whisk the whip
Lay it flat just like a Persian rug
All up in the mountains getting
Blasted smoking herb and drugs bitch
Don't leave that strip until my money's made
Until I'm driven by a driver in a honey Range
Make sure it's accurate
Just sell that pussy 'til that shit
Look like a catcher's mit!
Fly on behalf of it! Swing the cherry coupe
Bitches blush like Betty Boop
Make the pussy whistle, whistle
Whistle like the kettle do
Drinking Ketel One thirty olives on the rim
Seen me on the coast
So much you think that I'm a Corsican

That's an island in the Mediterranean
You gotta take the boat to the boat
Only boat you know about is
The Staten Island Ferry!

Just raise your hands in the air
If there's money in your pocket
And different bitches faces on the
Neck inside the locket
Bracelet on the dash, light hit it
Gleam glass our drugs is in your system
And you just wanna spazz
Just raise your hands in the air, yeah!
Just raise your hands in the air, come on!

Pimp cane, Bentley doing doughnuts
Leaving oil stains
Loyal dames treat me royal
Got a nigga gripping drank
Don't ask what's in my cup
Motherfucker I'll be sipping pain!
They call me Wais P
But your girl call me a different name
Not you, I see hate from a distance
I could spot you put money on your head
You'll be hunted by blue and red
Catch me by the poker table
And I don't gamble
I'm scheming on that blond bitch
In the Louis sandals
She's scheming on the high roller
So she could jam him
Then bring the money back to me
That's how you're pimp and pander
Take a gander at the modern day Marvin Gaye
Isaac Hayes
With Libarache diamonds and my shoes
Should be in the cage
Coat should be on the leash
My flow is beyond your reach
Die and resurrect myself
And then these cats will honor me
But honestly
I'm waiting for you squares to act ornery
So I could pull the semi out
The tux like Sean Connery

Yo, as soon as we get
Out of the fucking boat, man
Have someone there ready to make
The ceviche for my man!

Just raise your hands in the air
If there's money in your pocket
And different bitches faces on the
Neck inside the locket
Bracelet on the dash, light hit it
Gleam glass our drugs is in your system
And you just wanna spazz
Just raise your hands in the air, yeah!
Just raise your hands in the air, come on!

Niggas can't fuck with this! Wais P, AB
Action Bronsolino
Cheffing up some incredible pimp shit
Incredible rap shit
Fuck is wrong with yall niggas?
I swear to God!