Strick - Ocean’s Eleven lyrics

[Intro] Juvy Catcher 'bout a check Why you goin' up, Reon? [Chorus] Ocean Eleven on my wrist, movie I ain't comin' in the club with no toolie Pack came from Cali', that's gas, oo-wee Her hips and her ass gotta match for me But I ain't finna cuff that b*tch, I ain't goin' federal The jeans and my seats match, I got leather on I'm bossed up, you better watch your tongue, I can take you off Back and forth, in and out the street, I done seen it all (Yeah) [Verse] You ni**as in the street, we don't play 'em (We don't play 'em) You can act [?] I'm the king of Vegas (Oh yeah) I got your WCW tryna page me b*tch, lucky, I ain't even make her pay me (b*tch, pay me) Got millions for the team on the list (Uh) All these shots, ain't no way we gon' miss (No way) I got ice hangin' off of my fist (Shh, off of my fist) Revenge is a served cold dish (Food) We took some losses but we up now, sky high (Yeah) Crew got the octane, red lights passin' 'em by [Chorus] Ocean Eleven on my wrist, movie I ain't comin' in the club with no toolie Pack came from Cali', that's gas, oo-wee Her hips and her ass gotta match for me But I ain't finna cuff that b*tch, I ain't goin' federal The jeans and my seats match, I got leather on I'm bossed up, you better watch your tongue, I can take you off Back and forth, in and out the street, I done seen it all