Vegas On Biz - Crooked I, K-Young

Yeah, I’m feeling like Jay Z on Reasonable Doubt

My first debut album probably be my last, it’s all good though

Us COB boys we out here, niggas say: «Are y’all some d-boys?»

Nigga, we d-boys, we weed-boys, pill-boys, syrup-boys

Whatever it take to get the money, ya know what I mean?

Ghostwrite y’all niggas some lyrics, whatever y’all niggas need, man

We out here (haha)

Y’all motherfuckers never seen niggas like us

We the real deal, we the real movement

Hold on I gotta take this call, I holla at you in a minute

Niggas prolly in top of the Cosmopolitan

Olive in the dirty martini, we be the Parliament

The C.O.B conglomerate get the camera and document

The opposite of nonsense nigga, we building monuments

Power moves avoiding them shower shoes cause

Fuck a con, fuck a P.O.

man

You cowards lose, screw you in your county blues

See our views is to get money like Howard Hughes do

Limited liability corporations based in Vegas for less tax and wasted wages

Taste the Asian cuisine

We conversate over a plate of that Red 8, that’s chopsticks and sake

Win like Steven the architect, believing in our connects

With all respect, the hot bitches watch me

Feel the mob vibe when the COB hits the lobby

We not with the cocky, we confident

Niggas walking across the casino floor like Sam Rothstein

Striding like Goliath and we ain’t sweating the small things

We all kings, turn Vegas into New Orleans

Get cash money with no limit, man we talk green

Woman eavesdrop but sweety you need not

You can join us, let me show you the way that G’s rock

Never touch your purse, your chair or your door handle

Chivalry is dead for boys, I’m more man though

Love it when your Prada dress hotter than Orlando

Picture perfect portrait like you’re posing for Van Gogh

The crap table, we sipping on black label

I’m loyal, I die for my brothers, I’m rap’s Abel

I’m torn from the cloth of the Gods, defeating all the odds

You fake rap niggas y’all the facade

Y’all the miraged, meanwhile I’m talking to broads

Like after this awesome massage we can talk a ménage

Out in Vegas on business

We out in Vegas on business

My briefcase full of big face Benjie’s

We flying by you on the freeway

We spending, we spending

Like all this money burning my pocket

(Conducting organized business, business)

Like all this money burning my pocket

(Conducting organized business, business)

Out in Vegas on business

Yeah, let’s hit the strip and smash

Bright casino lights bouncing off the tinted glass

Pull up to the Caesars Palace, pour Louis in the glass

Bartender didn’t ask, I’m a repeat customer

It’s written on my face, I’m a elite hustler

If life is a bitch I’mma just keep fucking her

Raised in the gutta and I don’t miss my home

Italian sports car, French cologne

Of African descent blackened by the sun, dark skin Capone

On capitalism, a rapper eating rappers so that’s cannibalism

Yeah, you bastards shoud listen I’m on a Hannibal mission

A Carthaginian king burying gold

Bringing the troops to the 702 area code

Meet on the roof of that Bellagio

The helicopter’s waiting on the helipad

Talking code when we in front of that pilot though

Keep our business on the quiet yo

It’s hoes in the desert for whoever try to know

Ay yo, land this muhfucka on the Venetian

They got a decent Louis store, I need some shit for this evening

See they finally let the G’s win, celebrate our achievements

Pussy niggas don’t wanna see they better leave then

We here on business, we mixing it with pleasure

We some pussy pirates these bitches getting the hidden treasure

I bet your boyfriend he can tell you’re getting fresher

Like, «where did you get them shoes and that shit that’s in your dresser?»

Your Vegas trip with your girls was so regular

Till you ran across me and my predators

We caught you slipping and this ain’t shit but a business trip

When you tell him use censorship

We in Vegas on business, conducting organized biz

15 freeway to be exact (haha)