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Pharrell

Genres: Pop

Lavish Lyrics - Pharrell

[Chorus] 

You, you, you want the lavish crib and fancy cars 

You want the face, on that Rolex shinin' like the stars 

Don't worry mayne, you could get it mayne 

(If you look in the sky and you don't see your dream) 

(Man don't feel defeated, cause trust me you can build it) 

 

Now hear the words that I flow when I spit 

I know shorties that be havin dreams of goin legit 

But the hustle quicker so they cop a fo' on the split 

Now they got enough money where they can go get a brick 

It's on, ain't nothin' gon' stop us now 

Gotta look at 24's while they watch us now 

Spinners rollin' up the block while they pump out noise 

But they always get into it with the jump out boys 

And why? Take a look at all the people that got dubs 

You ain't legitimate, you out here servin' them rocks up 

I know you want the radio and screens to pop up 

But we gotta get the money and try not to get locked up 

Know the difference between real and fake 

Different work is just like different real estate 

Open your mind, you got more than the skill to take 

Cause I know 

 

[Chorus] 

 

Uh, one time for my niggas on the corner 

With the burners on and with the fresh yams in they tube socks 

Uh, two times for my niggas with they hands in the air 

Sayin' a prayer cause the game left their dude shot 

Yes, I know that puzzle 

Niggas at each other thinkin' they will bust you 

The bang is the same even if it's muffled 

But the moment so loud when a dead man hug you 

He's cold in your arms, but you ain't gon' be foldin' your arms 

You gon' be lowered in your arms 

Cryin' to open the jar, and to add injury to insult 

You're smokin' your life away 

Look at me, big car big house big jewels 

All that came out my backpack 

You ain't gon' do it, it ain't gon' work, you ain't gon' prove it 

Even though that hurt, I just skated past that 

Look, everybody got dreams about Ki's 

Chains full of ice with S after the V's 

Horse on the hood, a grill full with the B's 

Dangling your feet in San Turin-y breeze 

Make a virtual picture, and spin around 

That ain't it, well fuck it nigga we get it down 

Never try to grab your ankle nigga we'll kick 'em down 

Focus up, we gotta hit it now 

Bruh when your cell goes clink, that's when you forfeit 

All them dreams, all that divorce it 

You ain't even get to see new mansion and Porsche shit 

This dedicated to my man up in Norfolk, locked up 

 

[Chorus] 

 

Ha ha, wait 

Ha ha, wait 

 

My nigga open yo' mind, mind 

Aren't you ready to go? 

All of my fears inside, side 

Let 'em blow like 'dro 

 

Through the wisdom of a prism I see I don't wanna go to prison 

I make the decision to get liver 

Reminiscin' as I take a listen to my nigga 'Pac 

While I envision my "Ambitions Az a Ridah" 

Listen to Pharrell spit to the track 

Pull up in a burgundy Bentley with a bitch in the back 

I get to the paper like a hyper get to the crack 

I ain't speculatin homey I just stick to the facts, c'mon 

 

If you wanna get the money and the status and the mob 

Better ride when you roll with the crew 

Take a listen for the bub hit the bud 

When you hear this in the club then you know what to do 

Look at the vision of a mack spittin crack on the track 

Throw these stacks in the black Cadillac 

Get it like Twista and Neptunes, I got your back 

And know you 

 

[Chorus] 

 

Ha ha, wait 

Ha ha, wait 

 

My nigga open yo' mind, mind 

Aren't you ready to go? 

All of my fears inside, side 

Let 'em blow like 'dro 

 

Ha ha, wait 

Ha ha, wait 

 

Ha ha, wait 

Ha ha, wait 

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