Busta Rhymes, BIA - BEACH BALL lyrics

Cartier frames with the Gucci flip flops
(Sho')
Blowin' money fast, man, I'ma be Rick Ross
(Hitmaka)

Uh, tell these hoes to kick rocks
Bitch ride the boat like it's a seesaw
Check your bags and your pussy, girl
'fore you depart (Ho)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dolce & Gabbana, spoil him in Neiman Marcus
(Whoa) bitch pull the top down
Why you keep coughin'? (Brrt)
Put her in the ocean
Bet she suck a beach ball (Ball)
Hoes moving up and down, seesaw (Saw)
Give me backshots, now it's back to DR (Yup)
Fly you out to PR, can't put you in no Dior
(D) look into my eyes
You could tell I want a D-boy (D)
Poppin' wheelies on that dick
He thinkin' I'm from Bmore (Skrrt)
We should've been friends but I
Know you wanna be more (Hey)
Touched my first M
Niggas know I gotta see more (Cash, Sheesh)
See my nigga and my ends and
You know I had to detour (Gee)
Flew in first class just to
Sit up by the seashore (Sheesh)
You can't fuck me in no G4

Cartier frames with the Gucci flip flops
(Buss)
Blowin' money fast, man, I'ma be Rick Ross
(BIA, BIA)

Look, see, I inflated the plot
Ever since the day of crack
Sales I upgraded the block, nigga
(Ho) yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Louis and that GuccI make
Her bug and Bergdorf (Ho)
And drag me to a dressing room and
Give me top until she coughin'
Waterfallin', suckin' on these beach balls
(Whoa) and all these bitches walkin'
Round me talkin' 'bout, "I miss ya"
(Saw) never kiss 'em but I always
Hit 'em back to DR (Yup)
Shawty, yes, I see ya
Who the fuck you thinkin' we are? (Gee)
Think you 'bout to come
Up? See, them thoughts, you better ignore
Fuck you think you're foolin' tryna
Come off like a sweetheart?
Think we more than homies? You's a motherfuck
(Hey) fuck these records up in ways you've
Never seen it before them (Gee)
Bustin' everybody ass on records
When I record 'em (Gee)
Light shinin', nigga, lookin' at me like
"Is he God?" (Hey) a ha
Make sure you end your shit when we start

Cartier frames with the Gucci flip flops
(Sho')
Blowin' money fast, man, I'ma be Rick Ross
(Ross)

Uh, tell these hoes to kick rocks, yeah
Bitch ride the boat like it's a seesaw (Yup)
Check your bags and your pussy
Girl 'fore you depart (Ho)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Louis and that GuccI make
Her bug and Bergdorf (Ho)
And drag me to a dressing room and
Give me top until she coughin' (Cough)
Waterfallin', suckin' on these beach balls
And all these bitches walkin'
Round me talkin' 'bout, "I miss ya" (Sho')
Give me backshots, now it's back to DR