Suit N Tie Up

(DT Produced It)
Welcome to the hall, boys we suit n tie up
Ain't no bummy looks in here, we gave them nights up
Tom Ford on the suit, that new designer
Bentley truck out in the front to wrap the night up
All my boys up in our suits, look like mafia
And we ain't playing no games, get to choppin ya
Steak and lobster on our plate, this is what it's like
When we put up numbers, my team eat up every night
Ain't no traffic in this bitch, we load up on a flight
Stay on go mode, it's a flick and we gon' do it right
No time to die, bitch I feel like James Bond
Pinky ring got cold, iced up in the Saint Laurent
Yeah, in that Saint Laurent (In that Saint Laurent)
In that Saint Laurent (In that Saint Laurent)
In that Saint Laurent
Yeah, yeah back and forth up in this bitch, you talkin' way too fast
I had to split and roll, triple digits on the dash
Take one, hold up, slow down, don't wanna crash
I been up for too long, don't think I'll last
Fake friends, I cut off, yeah they in the past
True selves, they hid them up under the mask
Blurry vision when I drive, but I ain't gon' crash,
I got my boys up in the seats and they got my back
Driving quick around your block, lookin' like the flash
Pull up to Rodeo, I want this and that
Lemme unzip my bag and it's full of racks
We didn't even do an hour, call that quick cash
Yeah that quick cash
You ain't gotta run it back yuh,
I got the money in the bag it's alright yuh
It's alright yuh, I got the money in the back that's alright yuh
I got the money in the bag, it's alright yuh
Woah, welcome to the hall, boys we suit n tie up
Ain't no bummy looks in here, we gave them nights up
Tom Ford on the suit, that new designer
(That new designer)
Bentley truck out in the front to wrap the night up
(Wrap the night up)
(Wrap the night up)
(Wrap the night up)