Frank Dukes - Different Time Zones lyrics

[Produced by Frank Dukes] [Ghostface k**ah] Sitting in this library, man Reading these f**ing books Britannica Encyclopedias, L. Ron Hubbard, Tony Robertson These muthaf**as, you know what I'm saying? Sheek Louch Gla**house I reside by the library Yves Saint Laurent frames Sipping Ciroc berry Burning the big dutch, sweet feet up Long ashes hanging off the blunt, then I pluck Fell back power napping Stones they cover my bones Bricks laying on my pinkie like tombstones Unbu*ton my shirt, unloosen my tie Got the fireplace up real high Cuban maid sliding me cookies, tall gla** of lemonade Chandeliers hanging over my head Sitting like a cloud of haze Larry King on mute They about to bury Wesley for taxes Then shot across the two Then I grabbed the remote, hit the volume on the big lion The screens in his mouth, a ninety inch giant Went to commercial, the phone rang “Yo, what up Sheek?” “Ain't nothing, Tone, just on my dean” “Out here in Queens, I bag me a queen” “Fed her all this sh** she wanted to hear, she probably want the ring” True! [Sheek Louch] Yeah, different time zones, that's all I mean, I'm over here across seas You over there in the States You over there, but either way we gotta get this money, fam Yo yeah On the tenth floor, looking over Paris My neighbors all embarra**ed Cuz I'm a** naked, watching the clock He hating, but his wife steady watching my co*k Different time zones, steering wheel on the right Driving down the wrong street thinking what the f** I'm gon' eat tonight? White women laying in my bed I can make a documentary on what race can give the best head Rae hit me on the text Told me that he like that new sh**, last night, that he heard on Flex Alright cool, hit me up when you get down to Brazil If the weather's right, f** it, I come down to chill I got a briefcase of Euros and Indian money Every time I'm in customs, they look at me funny Yeah [Inspectah Deck] I'm out in South Beach, 1st street, Ocean Ave AMG6 with the oak dash Live the VIP life, I ain't spend a clam I got weight on the spot, that's "instagrams" Pretty boos in Jimmy Choo's with titties loose In the mood, getting nude in the swimming pool I'm doing my thing, how I'm repping, they salute king And they don't even know I'm Wu-Tang Name heavy, phone call to my ace Diego For anything, what up, man? Connect me I snatch bank like four, five, six Deuce high, watch a dude ride, I'm on my sh** Up in Mansion, salute, world famous Inspectah Click large, homey, put some more tables together Wild for the night, I ain't even think about my flight I got some b**hes and they tripping off that powder white Aiyo yo yo, kiss each other, yo