Ritz Barlton
[Estee Nack:]
Ayy, yo, yo, yo (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Nackman (Nackie Chan, nigga)
You know what I mean?
Bodega to the barber shops
Uh-huh (I did)
Ask Tab for the astronauts (Peligro, nigga)
You got the sh*t locked, yo, son
As far as nine in the vest goes, I'm a hooper (Slash)
Locked eyes with the b**ches and then froze like Medusa, yeah (Yeah)
They ready to struggle, Chet blow like a hookah (Woah)
Swallow it back to The Bay, snow like a boots crumb (Oh, yeah)
Crack stumbs suit you (Yeah), Nagman super, money like Mansa Musa (Yeah)
Few should poor us, helpin' clear the future, fight the feeling (Skrrt)
We at our nightclub hours, that's type of chillin'
You know, bringin' more than they eyesight and feelin'
How he chillin'? (Which one went up?)
Lil' beef motherf**kers, did not expect 'em
Sittin' they ass down just like hype children (f**k outta here)
Red grill 'em, 'bout a slice of million
Swim b**ch to me's twice the ceilin' (Blah)
Sit on the throne, you hear my name grand (Skrrt)
Bells a lo ba omundu, they know my name well (Nah)
Survivors came before the fame helped (Ad-libs)
How the motherf**kers in control of the game? Tell (Yeah)
Break scale, a mixed powdered brick that the North can't sell (Woah)
[Westside Gunn:]
Ayo, iPhone hittin' in Sheers list (In the Sheer list)
Walk around with no shirt on and my pill ain't fifty
'Posed to get you stabbed right now, you hear me? (You hear me?)
Now this stuff on my mark, nah, it's lookin' like a million
I'm on the dance floor, blowin' kisses at your b**ch (At your b**ch)
My G-strap stayin' out, you comin' home soon
Dick Sucks at the Halfway House, feel like the Ritz (Feel like the Ritz, ah)
