Jeremih, The Game - No Smoke At The Polo Lounge lyrics

People say
Had a shorty in the studio
The other night from Gothenburg
Sweden
(Love is just for purity)
Asked me can she have some champagne
(Bongo By The Way)
She looked surprised when I said, "Yeah"
(But it's got to be more)
I told her, "Look baby, in here
The Veuve Clicquot is like Sprite
That's all you
(Than just cash to me
Don't you understand me
Girl?)
You got all the wrong niggas
In the right room
Ya heard?"
(Yeah)
(Here we go)

I got the Devil tap dancing on my shoulder
Don't I?
Got them Angel wings on that Veneno Roadster
Won't I?
Up the FN like it's effin'
I move the section like
"F it"
Move around the hood on niggas like
They move my papers to Geffen
My reflection remind me of a
Nigga from the Chi' steppin'
Glock, Kevin Hart complexion
We bang shots in every direction
Clean up our messes, remove suppressors
You ever had a bullet removed from
The inside of your motherfuckin' intestines?
Homie, don't you know we make no mistakes?
We OD with the Dracs like OB, break
Compton niggas get the cake, wait
Bompton niggas get the cake
Weigh it on scales
All else fails, we put the packs on whales
We like Chanel
You will never get this crack on sale
We cut the rat from it's tail if that pack
Go stale
Somebody?
Anybody? (Yeah)
Catch a body

Oh, oh, oh (Here we go) , yeah
Pray for me, I seen it all in my dreams
(My dreams)
Heard some talks in my void
Been some things I ain't seen
Pray for me, don't mind me by my stove
Pray they don't want no smoke, no
If it's me, I want smoke
Ooh, ooh
If it's me I want smoke, oh, once
(Here we go)

Catch you in my crosshairs
You better have God with you
This is Death Row
I hope Suge and all them niggas
From the mob with you
I got this bitch on me
She just wanna vibe with you
I ain't gon' lie, your
Bitch with you, shit
She might just die with you
Y'all thought it was ride, or never mind
I'm so ahead of time
Tomorrow at three
I shot at your pants seven times
Ain't no scope on this motherfucker
The TEC is blind
Disrespectin' mine, chopper eat a nigga
Jeffrey Dahm'
The guns is on the bitches
I let 'em pat me down
Every time, then the second time
Distract 'em knowin' that she
The next in line
Walk up on you NBA YoungBoys like
"This section mine"
And fuck the opps
We got the club surrounded like a hexagon
My opps is every nigga in the west opps
(Hm-m)
Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) , yeah
Hopefully, by now you on
Your ten-billionth play, KDot
What's up?
(Here we go)

Pray for me, I seen it all in my dreams
Heard some talks in my void
Been some things I ain't seen
Pray for me, don't mind me by my stove
Pray they don't want no smoke, no
If it's me, I want smoke
Ooh, ooh
If it's me I want smoke, oh, once
(Here we go)

Mm-mm-mm
Mm-mm-mm
Mm-mm-mm