I tell a story bout this girl I knew in Vegas
Independent always having always pulling out the latest
She had fendi in her closest
We can even see the raiders
From the window in her room shit was crazy my nigga
Drinking Julio at slot machines puffing on cigars
It was hers from the Gucci to the cars
It's nothing like designer when you covering them scars
She want me to be her nigga that would be her beating odds
We in TSA her poodle barking penny for your thoughts
I usually come with tragedy Othello with your hearts
But for now she just focused on the moment my type of bitch
She look me in my face and then she smiled she tell me this
This my story bout a lady from the city of sin
Keep it honest shit I'll prolly never see her again
She hit my phone like why you feel the need to pretend
It was never ever love guess you got me again
And she said
Why you feel the need to pretend and she said
I know I'll probably never see you again but that's cool
Chasers palace getting faded on her favorite drink
Before we left I help her pick her bag yellow or the pink
All designer like I previously said
She really pulling out the stops cuz she want me in her bed
We on that louis now
And the Vegas strip look like a movie now
She asking me what are we now
I told her baby cool it down
I think you pretty but I'm pretty booked
Baby look
Always on the go could say I'm fleet of foot
How I look?
Guapping up foreal cuz how I make a hook
Had her shook
Could tell she never seen a nigga like me made her read a book
Every time I'm fucking round in vegas she be mad as fuck
Say she hate me but she saddled up fuck
This my story bout a lady from the city of sin
Keep it honest shit I'll prolly never see her again
She hit my phone like why you feel the need to pretend
It was never ever love guess you got me again
And she said
Why you feel the need to pretend and she said
I know I'll probably never see you again but that's cool