Stories from Vegas

I tell a story bout this girl I knew in Vegas

Independent always having always pulling out the latest

She had fendi in her closest

We can even see the raiders

From the window in her room shit was crazy my nigga

Drinking Julio at slot machines puffing on cigars

It was hers from the Gucci to the cars

It's nothing like designer when you covering them scars

She want me to be her nigga that would be her beating odds

We in TSA her poodle barking penny for your thoughts

I usually come with tragedy Othello with your hearts

But for now she just focused on the moment my type of bitch