Glo (Camp Lo)

Whattcha'll catchin? Oh ya talkin bout cash? Talkin bout Glo, Lo-I... Get that Glo... Doors open and feathers fly, multiple colored sky Leathers on my back, with Chardonnay and Alize, well I Room for the mirrors with no ceilin to glance Call ya cornies, getcha ponies, gotchu lovin my dance Cheeb' buyin hit lanes on fours, and I switch dames in full-color Dip planes on smalls, and I'm hot white, plus fur covered Got plenty Jennies with Henny, they love to so ride that train Slimmy ya hear me, holla my name, holla my name cuz I need these new Cobras, they hits They purple and red, they gets bread You had me spotted like polka-dot, my knot gettin heavy Make moolah around the clock, and squeeze up on ya Betty Out ya teddy, you shitty, Remy-emy pourin through hollow Double dose of mommosa, pick up the bottle and swallow Lo-I, Jim Kellier, Jim Brown dillinger Older cocker, own rocks and Vodka Pole slick miss, fo-cu-sin on Pantra Glass matress, glass mask, and casper On her tippy-toes, higher than Jimmy Come fly with us slimmy, we're off in that purple haze She said, "Suede work your voodoo on me" Horizontal in the Tahoe, vertical in the V Kangaroos on my back, so I switch it to three Put the levels up some more and you just might O.D. We gon' - get, that, glo We gon' push it to the limit and live it until we swim in them digits We gon' - get, that, glo We gon' pool it from the floor to the ceiling until we makin a killin We gon' - get, that, glo We gon' push it to the limit and live it until we swim in them digits We gon' - get, that, glo We gon' pool it from the floor to the ceiling until we makin a killin Hey y'all - I got two Jimmy clips, flames spat Guerilla runnin 'round with sour body englese So.. I got to go get the auto... eject his torso... Carolina, Black Madonna, she get it from her mamma Sex designer lights ya mind up, sip it then roll the dime up Gentlemen crooks, snazzy, hip, and flashy with looks Crooked City's walkin witty, you ain't make it like us Get dust, you lust, the dutch, for futch, pro-clutch did it Cruise up, new trucks, don't touch, the new paint You know I love it when we, do the Lou Rawls Smash in with a few broads Meet ten at the bar then we slash off in two hogs Whitewall whitewall, Lo-a gonna screw ball Old dames, if ya light flash kindly float off Stormin, warnin, we Ali Foreman(?) Pedal to the floor like my chinchilla that's long and All non-believers get whiff on the gator sneakers We out the park with this one while you paradin the bleachers It's serious - like Cheerios with no milk Stereo with no Lo, but never that cuz it's back We don't need no strags in here Whole lotta crushers are crushin the (?) Lo-a not lower with twenty, it don't appear Crooks when we leave, apply pressure and flare - 2X You hear them cats in the back talkin bout, "Love you baby, love you bab-ay" They talkin bout that cash, that glo Ha! Ya gon' get dat, get dat glo Lo-a, how we do Cheeb' blow-a Suede-a, big Cheeb-a, Shawny-wany in the back get the... and that glo Whole lotta cash caddy, and glo Glo up off me, get up out my pockets get up out my glo caddy I'm done talkin to y'all, Lo-a...