Casey Veggies, NIKO IS - The Plaza Hotel lyrics
[Casey Veggies, NIKO IS - The Plaza Hotel lyrics]
Yeah a hunned
Tryin' to get back out to the streets
You already know what it is
Out here in Miami bout to get to it
Yeah, all in yeah
Out in MIA
What's the play? Let's get this shit poppin'
We don't love these hoes
She tell me that's my only problem
We got options, you the type
Of nigga get pussy, but don't get profit
What's yo logic
She think she fuckin' with the
Boy but shawty stop it i'm on my grind
It's my time I'm 'bout to cop new watches
You wifin' her, but the crazy thing
She fuckin' with the posse got 99 problems
But your bitch is not my problem
Shout out to my Brazilian mama
Shout out to my Cubaness
When she fuck with me
She gon' get higher than them rosters
I be in the hotel lobby and I'm eatin' pasta
Out in Miami bitch we 'bout to hit up
I'm drinkin' up, goin' hard
Ain't thinkin' much i be on that playa shit
I'm 'bout to pop my collar
Gotta use that rubber band so
My money ain't sloppy
Fans takin' pictures and them hoes
I swear they watch me
But this shit ain't TV, it's CV, she need me
Hold up
From now on
Nothing goes down unless I'm involved
No blackjack no dope deals, no nothing
A nickel bag gets sold in the park, I want in
You guys got fat while everybody
Starved on the street now it's my turn
Tryin' to get back out to the streets
You already know what it is
Out here in Miami bout to get to it
Yeah, all in yeah
Out in MIA
What's the play? Let's get this shit poppin'
We don't love these hoes
She tell me that's my only problem
We got options, you the type
Of nigga get pussy, but don't get profit
What's yo logic
She think she fuckin' with the
Boy but shawty stop it i'm on my grind
It's my time I'm 'bout to cop new watches
You wifin' her, but the crazy thing
She fuckin' with the posse got 99 problems
But your bitch is not my problem
Shout out to my Brazilian mama
Shout out to my Cubaness
When she fuck with me
She gon' get higher than them rosters
I be in the hotel lobby and I'm eatin' pasta
Out in Miami bitch we 'bout to hit up
I'm drinkin' up, goin' hard
Ain't thinkin' much i be on that playa shit
I'm 'bout to pop my collar
Gotta use that rubber band so
My money ain't sloppy
Fans takin' pictures and them hoes
I swear they watch me
But this shit ain't TV, it's CV, she need me
Hold up
From now on
Nothing goes down unless I'm involved
No blackjack no dope deals, no nothing
A nickel bag gets sold in the park, I want in
You guys got fat while everybody
Starved on the street now it's my turn