C-BO - TycoonLyrics

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm OhhhhhhhhhhhhOhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh [Verse 1: see-Bo] Now see I be the man with all the plans Trips and personal leer jets across the land See me in bently in front of billboard live Sipping on cristal crushed ice and lime While I flex baggets and rubys on my wrist My niggas be the shit like rotweilers and pits Top dollers and fits markeys to kiss Your four keds on my pinkie might crease your lips Got offshore accounts swizes in japan Need money machines to count the cash at hand Push a candy green navy on unleves with four tvs Gold real smiling like flaming young key I'm all about the money And I mix it with the hunnys but not a trick Hoes can't get none from me Catch me in rag benz count my ends I don't hate we move tapes State to state Surprise to see me riding your town So much ice it'll melt the whole city might drown Forever stay a playa and ball with tycoons Bentlys and mansions with like 15 rooms Fall to my doom all I wanted was the cash Lambouginis ferraris benz convertable jags Rolex on my right bravado on my left rollin in sweat On my personal leer jet tycoon [Chorus] All I want to do is to have the better things in life I'm a tycoon diamond rings and live this life that's all I knew Was to hustle day and night stack my chips and rub this ice that's a playa's life ohhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhh [Verse 2] Double are's and movie stars want to know who we are Quarter million dollar cars in six car garage It's like a mirage when you step out on the deck All I wanted was the best so I built the rest And iced the neck then I spiced the deck with swimming pools and hot tubs Private flights to met cico puerto rico peruvian flakes Metro rap cakes that I'm getting for eight I'm straight don't use it never do I touch I put this 40 carrots and diamonds and get them crushed Lost the fourtune and fame I'm pushing the caine When the fourtune put us stressed to get the fourtune I gained And still remain the same nigga swerving the lanes With a cup full of crushed ice pouring the champagne Smoking the dank while I'm holding a drank West coast my motto toting all the dank tycoon [Chorus] [Verse 3] I be a star to those who supposed to be hoes But only hoes like those in skirts in tight cloths And those a dealers played out with kangols Had troppaz so I swooped up the range rolls Got better hoes gucci sweater cloths And went from V.S.O.P. to X.O. From quarter karats to cares girlfriend Then marriage with a baby to cherish And a mansion for my parents Timex to Rolex all gold to diamonds Now I "Bling Bling" like Cash Money cause I'll be shining My broad stays smothered down And Victoria's Secret from a disc to her ass crack Right price to peeping in all I'm not a pimp I just live when I walk Karl Kani boxers is fence because of my deal with warlock Staking lobsters from pork chops From pissing on lingers and knolies To pissing criss down at the yacht tycoon [Chorus]