Joe Milly - World Tour lyrics

[Intro: Styles P] Uh-huh, SP, what up? Slime, what up? Huh, Vado, no, crazy It's off to the next life for you, homie I guarantee you won't be lonely [Verse 1: Styles P] We know what money buy But what's the price that the money cost? The mob wasn't involved, but shorty went to knock sonny off Be careful when you go to drop your honey off Money off, find out what them n***as actin' funny for On a world tour in the spot, where's (-), dog? f** around and get your a** k**ed by a gun of yours I'm a hundred bars, still'd get a ton of raw Fly like them n***as that was comin' through the tunnel doors Yeah, in Palladiums, now we in the stadiums Weed for my Cali n***as and my Canadians Probably forgot the spot I parked my Mercedes in On a world tour, I got blunts and I'm blazin' 'em [Hook: Vado] We on a world tour with Cîroc on my hand Diamond bezel upper band on the couch where I stand Harlem, YO, Queens flow, y'all know We on a world tour with Cîroc on my hand Diamond bezel upper band on the couch where I stand BX, BK, Staten Isl', we play [Verse 2: Vado] Uh, clip in the Cuban Cuban link holdin' Jesus head Foot on the table cause the bottom my sneaker red Sneakerhead, money flat, call it pita bread Derek Jeter's bread, run the base 'til I see the feds Huh, it's too much money the crib for Could 'ford, duck and aim at your target and then pour Far as eatin', man, I been full Cookin' up, hear my minute soda like the Timberwolves Renovatin', just bought the flash in Old gangsta spot where the n***as with cash win Ballgoers like lawnmowers, get to gra**in' Try 'em, show us Louboutin loafers we be flashin' Uh-huh, we only speakin' for paper Barzini, whoever set up the meeting's a trader Players ball, I slip my feet in some 'gators Coogi blazers, mansions, white people for neighbors [Hook: Vado] I could never get rich enough to go and buy the ocean I play in (-) and just sit up in the ocean Close your eyes and you can feel emotion Blowin' a lie while I'm ridin' the wave floatin' Spot in the Ritz, 'nother one in the Trump too Get what I like and what little brother would want too Smoke for the dead, drink for the incarcerated Suede parka, (-) made it Loro Piana suits, smooth it if it's tangible n***as is animals, k**ing's understandble You could manage the money or let the money manage you f** out of here when the forty bullets is blammin' you Makin' a toast with n***as n***as remember Standin' in the Center, Oscar de la Renta Shades, boots and suits, I'm a die a member Mafia n***a with a real boss agenda [Hook: Vado]