Christian Sæhle - 5 STAR HÔTÊL Lyrics

Okey wake up, we turn like a five star hotel into trap house
It's money all in
Stereotyping eight numbers a pin
I advance it, she popped to pull in
This shit gets thicker, I might catch the twin
Bitch get on the drugs to fill in
The flyest on earth
I took it from zero, I took it from nothing, lock in
We get them in and we get them gone
Yeah yeah
A sip of the pipe makes her feel calm
Yeah yeah
Too many bitches, too many shows
Yeah yeah
I got bread in my pockets, I got bread on my toes
Yeah yeah
She's sucking me up like a soup when I'm home
Yeah yeah
I'm throwing a dice for the bitches I want
Yeah yeah
I got designer habits, but I cannot stop
Yeah yeah
You pay for a flight, you pay for a hoe
Yeah yeah
You got a promotion, but you got a boss
Yeah yeah
You got her to sleep, I got her to f*ck
Yeah yeah
I'm f*cking your bitch in my Prada E socks
Yeah yeah
I'm smoking on every bitch that you got
Yeah yeah
Okey wake up, we turn like a five star hotel into trap house
It's money all in
Stereotyping eight numbers a pin
I advance it, she popped to pull in
This shit gets thicker, I might catch the twin
Bitch get on the drugs to fill in
The flyest on earth
I took it from zero, I took it from nothing, lock in
Aah-aah
Yeah
Aah-aah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
I'm a storyteller, I'm a pick and choose homie
I'm a geek with a nine millimeter homie
I spent twenty f*cking hours to get us free homie
Popped and slide for you G to get us peace homie
I'mma poundtown this bitch like she's a queen homie
Got a side hoe, we only smoking beans homie
Matching suits, now she walking as a teen homie
She's American but her mama is a freak homie yeah