Casino Lyrics by Nine Vicious
SEX MONEY POWER (We in this ro-ro—)
SEX MONEY POWER (Rockin’ with, rockin’ with Patrick)
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh
I’m tryna sex this bitch, she tryna get my power (Say what? What?)
Fuckin’ on your thot, we been fuckin’ for hours (Say what? Say what? Say what?)
Just got me a brand-new crib, I got a big-ass shower (Woo, woo, woo, brand-new crib)
She tryna sex on me, she tryna get my power (Uh-huh)
(What? Say what?)
On my boss shit, I feel like Ace (SEX MONEY, SEX MONEY, SEX MONEY, SEX MONEY, SEX MONEY; blitt, blitt, blitt)
I’ll turn yo’ ass to Nicky if you play (Ha, ha, ha, fuck you talkin’ ’bout?)
I got big blicks on me, make you lay, okay (Boop-boop-boop, boop-boop-boop)
All these rap niggas takin’ my flows (Takin’ my— takin’ my shit)
Who the fuck you fucked then? I wanna know (I wanna know, bitch)
I just went Balenci’ on my clothes (Went Balenci’ on my shit)
I will turn your heart into gold (Turn your heart into gold, yeah, yeah, ooh, into gold, oh yeah)
I will turn your heart into gold (Into gold, yeah, say what?)
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Into gold (Huh, huh, huh, huh, what? Say what?)
I’m tryna sex this bitch, she tryna get my power (Say what? What?)
Fuckin’ on your thot, we been fuckin’ for hours (Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what?)
Just got me a brand-new crib, I got a big-ass shower (Woo, woo, woo, brand-new crib)
She tryna sex on me, she tryna get my power (Uh-huh)
Greed the craziest thing in this world (Craziest shit)
But that greed what I live for, bitch, so it’s my world (I get greedy, I got greedy, what? I got greedy, greed)
Had your bitch in the motherfuckin’ spot, I had to take your girl (I had to take that bitch)
She take a pic’, she looked at my edges and say, “I like your curls” (Ha, ha)
She give up that neck for some pearls (Ha, say what?)
This bitch on the dick do a swirl (Ayy, eugh)
I gotta count up dinero (Okay, okay)
Movin’ so Robert De Niro (Say what? Bitch)
I got expensive apparel (What?)
I fucked a white ho named Merrill (Woo, woo)
I got fat-ass pockets, yeah, call ’em Lil TerRio
Oh yeah, oh, yeah, I’m richer
I-I-I’m richer than all these old niggas, these old niggas look burnt out
They on some burnt out shit, I’m on some rich shit (We in this ro-ro—)
I don’t know what y’all niggas on, on God (Rockin’ with, rockin’ with Patrick)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Tell me I’m the best
Put my hands around your neck, tell me I’m the best
Put my hands around your neck, tell me I’m the best, hold up
Put my hands around your neck, tell me I’m the best (Say what?)
She ratchet, yeah, she nasty, sucked that dick, leave it on her chest (Say what?)
I look like a dope boy in this white tee, this ain’t no Guess (Let’s go)
Louis Vuitton for my bitch, I give nothin’ to my ex (Woo-hoo, say what? Blitt, tell you, okay)
Every flow you did, I did it (Every flow you did, I did it, right now, right now, right now, right now, right now)
Every ho you hit, I hitted (Every ho you hit, I hitted)
Bitch, I love this shit, no, I ain’t doin’ no kiddin’ (Say what? What?)
I’m tellin’ the realest (Say what? What?)
Got forty hoes at my party (Got forty), I’m tellin’ you, I’m that (I’m tellin’ you, I’m tellin’ you)
Michael Jackson when I walk in this bitch, I’m tellin’ you I’m bad (Ra-ra-racks, nigga, what?)
Woah, I feel like a motherfuckin’ gangster how I step on these racks (Blitt, blitt, blitt)
She skinny, pretty waist, and that ass fat (Blitt, blitt, blitt)
Even my mom told me, I am a superstar (Yeah, she did)
Even your bitch told me, I’m goin’ far (She did, she did, yeah)
I got racks on me, you can tell by my car (She did)
I just fucked on this bitch, she wet, ocean, Myanmar (Say what?)
No, I can’t fuck with these rats
Sit at home, sippin’ my red (Say what?)
Yeah, lil’ Saint goin’ up when I went up, but I got way more racks (What? What?)
I don’t give a fuck ’bout none of my exes, leave ’em all on read (Say what? Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I been servin’ that motherfuckin’ yayo, I had to move these bags
Put my hands around your neck, tell me I’m the best (Say what?)
She ratchet, yeah, she nasty, sucked that dick, leave it on her chest (Say what?)
I look like a dope boy in this white tee, this ain’t no Guess (Let’s go)
Louis Vuitton for my bitch, I give nothin’ to my ex (Woo-hoo, say what? Blitt)
It’s gettin’ crazy for me and my brothers (Me and my bros)
All my brothers dap me up, can’t cross each other (Say what? Woah, woah)
5K, 6K, 6K on my wrist, I cuddle (I cuddle)
Jwade, he not fN, we had to X out that boy
Yeah, he a lil’ rat, why the fuck you signed that boy? (That nigga broke, say what?)
Gucci Mane always had me, so you know I ain’t talkin’ ’bout a toy
All my brothers tweakin’, got two chains, hear that noise, hold up (Say what?)
All my fires got switches, I got real-deal guns, no toys (Say what? Say what?)
My fire, my fire, yeah, fN, yeah
Open that shit up, bruh
I got real-deal guns, no toys (None of that chill shit, open that shit up)
I don’t give a fuck, y’all niggas think you can slime me? I’ll kill somethin’, I got this shit for y’all (We in this ro-ro—)
I got real-deal guns, no toys (Rockin’ with, rockin’ with Patrick, one, two, three, let’s go)
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh (What? Boop, boop-boop-boop, ha, let’s go, say what?)
Uh-uh, uh-uh (Boop-boop-boop, boop-boop-boop)
They are all mine, all mine (Boop, boop, boop, boop, boop, boop, boop, boop)
All mine, all mine (Boop, boop, boop, boop, boop, boop, boop, boop)
All mine, all mine, uh (Boop, boop, boop, boop, boop, boop-boop-boop, boop-boop-boop)
Uh, uh-uh
