Glasses - Rich Boy

Picture me in a Benz, witness me ball again

Making a leg band, she beggin me put it in

Get a cup, fill it up, look at me, fresh as fuck

Keep a 45 tucked, nigga tryina plot on us

Bottles pouring, diamonds blowing, champagne overflowing

In the club toasting, we leaving with gang trophy

32 inch chrome gold, keep the rims frozen

Private yo doors open, I’m like a Jamaican smoker

Put your glass up in the air (glass up in the air) oh oh

Put your glass up in the air (glass up in the air) oh oh

Glass up in the air (glass up in the air), oh oh

Put your glass up in the air (glass up in the air) oh oh

Baby get that ass up, make em blow that cash up

If you balling my nigga then get your fuckin glass up

Alligator crop, top shut down the parking lot

Valet in the front, tonight, the whole city hot

Playing with gang chips, championship whips

Throbbing on hips, with model bitches with gold lips

Step into the club with my niggas where the freeze at

She can’t be scared, she bounce, baby throw it back

Take a look at me, look at the MVP

Flash you on the beat, she wanna leave with me

Tolt me up, get your glass up, another cup

Roll it up, in the VIP, they know it’s us

Put your glass up in the air (glass up in the air) oh oh

Put your glass up in the air (glass up in the air) oh oh

Glass up in the air (glass up in the air), oh oh

Put your glass up in the air (glass up in the air) oh oh