let em in ft. SUTTON MORAGA Lyrics

Gotta party inside let 'em in

Got the Rolls Royce it's a Cullinan

Gucci jacket it's a letterman

And we be in the crib running shit

Gotta party inside let 'em in

Got the Rolls Royce it's a Cullinan

Gucci jacket it's a letterman

And we be in the crib running shit

Shawty dropped the pin, so we gon spin again

Told her bring her friend, and we gon get it Litt

Ask her what's the plan? Said she got a man (I know she don't!)

Told her take a Xan next thing I know she push that thing back on a

And now Shawty wan fuck so I penetrate

Do a show and then hop on the interstate

We got hollows and leads wrapped up in a case

So when we slide like a whistle that pistol gon hit his face (bum-bum-bum, bum-bum-Bum)

Got to make sure my family straight

Make sure everyone eat, get a dinner plate

Say you loving that bitch and I can't relate

No real love in a world full of fake and hate (can't fuck with that shit)

So I keep trying to regulate, got to keep my head on for my momma's sake

She like "son why you up so late?"

Cause I do what it takes trying to get the cake (trying get to it)

Been a victim of heartbreak, don't know how I'm a deal with this heartache

Got to acclimate, finally activate

Cause I'm sum like a bomb trying to detonate

Got to party inside let 'em in

Got the Rolls Royce it's a Cullinan

Gucci jacket it's a letterman

And we be in the crib running shit

Got to party inside let 'em in

Got the Rolls Royce it's a Cullinan

Gucci jacket it's a letterman

And we be in the crib running shit

Two songs, one night, we just taking out garbage

I put the sauce on the top like a garnish

I won't stop till I'm rocking the garden

And I step back with that glock like I'm... (what, what)

I need a genie (yuh)

New Lamborghini (yuh)

Bitch was a meanie

But I keep on fiending (yuh, yuh)

Fucked then moved on to her friend

After the show, dividend

Count up the rolls, Benjamins (count it up)

[?]

It's always back to the road in the end

She scratching her nose with the hen' (SLATT)

We hopped in the Rolls to the Benz and

That's how we rode to the jet

Got to party inside let 'em in

Got the Rolls Royce it's a Cullinan

Gucci jacket it's a letterman

And we be in the crib running shit

Got to party inside let 'em in

Got the Rolls Royce it's a Cullinan

Gucci jacket it's a letterman

And we be in the crib running shit

Got to party inside let 'em in

Got the Rolls Royce it's a Cullinan

Gucci jacket it's a letterman

And we be in the crib running shit

Got to party inside let 'em in (yeah, what?)

Got the Rolls Royce it's a Cullinan (yeah, what?)

Gucci jacket it's a letterman (yeah, what?)

And we be in the crib running shit (yeah, yeah)