Rainy Night In SF E

I got a dance on beat, you feel me? Dance on the girl. Larry, what's up, though? Al, what up? Baby, why you trippin'? No, that ain't your Chanel bag Bikini top on The ground Like that's right where it fell at Why these bitches play dumb Like they don't know A real Mack? I'm a old school Tell her How it is, but I still smash Left the Game now Copped the Lexo and the new pad Fix it up, watch me flip Then invest in A new pad Shazam on these bitches Why you Lookin' for Sinbad? Sample snitchin' is a crime I still got me A big bag Up at Al's house with big Bodies Sippin' on old wine As-salamu alaykum, My brother No, we don't do swine Get a Deal from a major F told me in due Time I'ma still do my own thing Buzzin' in Bee hives I was yellin', "Fuck a bitch" Since Apu Lee was knee-high We rocked on the tape Put on the B-side Chunjah peas high No weed Eye, just lean high The streets be hot Gotta Watch out for the cheese rocks Money counter on the dresser It's gon' be a Long night No college, but got knowledge From this Thing called life Man up, take chances Got rich, No advances I like my champagne served on a Rose gold platter What's happenin'? Maybach candles in my livin' room She lookin' for A boyfriend It's nothin' I can really do Wipin' Off the emblems on my 'Vette while count a Check What's next? Maybe private jets, sippin' Moët Your heart broke Trippin' off the bitch when there's millions of 'em Get some money, nigga Quit worryin' 'bout who she Fuckin' What's happenin'? What's Happenin'? What's Happenin'? What's happenin'?