Texas Hold 'Em Lyrics

Only if you play your cards right Baby, better play your cards right

It's illegal, better not gamble with your life

What you sippin, jolly ranchers in your sprite

In your sprite

Bitch, we outside

She see the foreign , now she tryna slide

Three in the morning, bitch, you know the vibe

Three in the morning, we on demon time

Sippin' ace of spade, made you feel amazing

You ain't hit me in a while, bitch, this shit be crazy

Thought you was my ace, bitch, you tried to play me

Niggas surfin' on my drip, bitch, this shit be wavy

Johnny Dane, hol' up, mayne

Texas slang, me and the gang

MLK, and we swangin' in the rain

Diamond every thang, I can't do no plain Jane

Every time I switch lanes , bitch, I switch paint

I do this shit for real, bitch, you niggas playin' pranks

I can't sit up straight, nigga, be leanin' off the drank

Next to Louisiana, bitch, I ain't no saint

Only if you play your cards right

Baby, better play your cards right

It's illegal, better not gamble with your life

What you sippin' Jolly Ranchers in your Sprite

In your Sprite

Lil outta town bitch, say you niggas be big flexin

Niggas be big flexin

And I told her, yeah, everything bigger down in Texas

Everything bigger down there

I be dripped up, draped out , know what I'm talkin' bout

Stars on my ceiling, I been feelin' like an astronaut

Gucci played out, all my bitches love that Baccarat

We in the Marquis on Walker Street, that's the Marriott

Say she never seen a hundred racks on a table

Bitch, I'm fresh up off a lick, yo, girl, lickin' my navel

In that Bentley, I done came up from a Buick LeSaber

Now she checkin' in with me, yeah, bitch, I'm the mayor

Yeah, Texas tea, purple, yellow, red, green

Shoot you out of space, bitch, rocket with a beam

Racks in my fuckin' jeans, bustin' out the seams

Welcome to this muddy water, Louis V, I'm clean

My bitch pussy wet like the Gulf of Mexico

If she the goat, I put VVs on her throat

She got cracked , now she think I'm movin' dope

Wrong approach, and your privilege get revoked

Bitch, I'm big boolin all my diamonds Crippin', yeah

Hop out with the sauce, my designer drippin', yeah

Tear that ass up, she like what I'm whippin', yeah

Cornbread fed, all that ass, I'm grippin', yeah

Layin' bitches down like a Mattress Mack

Pull up skat pack, now I'm pullin' the tracks

All my diamonds wet like Johnny sold me a Strack

Candy red Lac with the fifth on the back

Get lost in my city, better know where you at

Fall up in them trenches and your chain get snatched

Want your shit back, better bring three stacks

Nigga hittin' Galleria, finna shake down Saks

I got ghetto dreams, I'm Peter, Fat Pat

Niggas turning rat, don't deserve no cat

I've been on my shit like I'm takin' X-Lac

Off White jeans but my foreign matte black