Red Eye

(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