Red Eye Lyrics

(Knowledge what up nigga)

Top floor of the suite, 42 floor view of the beach

It's just me and my Dom P, probably a couple freaks

Mosas and French toast, scrambled eggs with the cheese

Just called up the concierge, bring that shit for the team

Cause we got money to get, money to make

Look at my ways, garlic butter, butterflied the filet

And no delay on my cash flow, rose gold

I put her in figure fours, and sent that bitch to the store

I need my baccarat, tuh

Now bring it back I need some sloppy top, tuh

I'm pulling Benz's off the block

You know that I'm hot, know my rims stock

My diamonds they hit hard, I put my shit in the pot

Tuh, look like he slanging them rocks

I forgot to sell my stocks, it's finna be one o'clock

On the dot, Webbie need him some white wine, night time

Baby you can bring your friends, we'll do the Ocean Prime

Cold design, get this money

Nigga had an open mind

Take a look, nigga what the locust find

All crops, I need all gwap

Bad bitches on the water with the halter tops

Tuh, Webbie on go I'm never gonna stop

When it, come to that money I'm speaking alot

This game test you, stay down it bless you

They tried to kill me off, baby this just a flesh wound

Tuh, I met her passing the restroom

Take it to the crib I'll show you just what the best do

Got the quila with ice right before the flight

This a, red-eye baby this shit over night