Lavish Lyrics

from The Day After

"Lavish" is track #5 on the album The Day After. It was written by Williams, Pharrell L / Mitchell, Carl Terrell.
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You, you, you want the lavish crib and fancy cars
You want the face, on that Rolex shinin' like the stars
Don't worry Mayne, you could get it Mayne
If you look in the sky and you don't see your dream
Man don't feel defeated, 'cause trust me you can build it

Now hear the words that I flow when I spit
I know shorties that be havin' dreams of goin' legit
But the hustle quicker so they cop a fo' on the split
Now they got enough money where they can go get a brick

It's on, ain't nuttin' gon' stop us now
Gotta look at 24's while they watch us now
Spinners rollin' up the block while they pump out noise
But they always get into it with the jump out boys

And why? Take a look at all the people that got dubs
You ain't legitimate, you out here servin' them rocks up
I know you want the radio and screens to pop up
But we gotta get the money and try not to get locked up

Know the difference between real and fake
Different work is just like different real estate
Open your mind, you got more than the skill to take
'Cause I know

You, you, you want the lavish crib and fancy cars
You want the face, on that Rolex shinin' like the stars
Don't worry Mayne, you could get it Mayne
If you look in the sky and you don't see your dream
Man don't feel defeated, 'cause trust me you can build it

Uh, one time for my niggaz on the corner
With the burners on and with the fresh yams in they tube socks
Uh, two times for my niggaz with they hands in the air
Singin' a prayer 'cause the game left their dude shot

Yes, I know that puzzle
Niggaz at each other thinkin' they will bust you
The bang is the same even if it's muffled
But the moment so loud when a dead man hug you

He's cold in your arms, but you ain't gon' be foldin' your arms
You gon' be lowered in your arms
Cryin' to open the jar, and to add injury to insult
You're smokin' your life away

Look at me, big car, big house, big jewels
All that came out my backpack
You ain't gon' do it, it ain't gon' work, you ain't gon' prove it
Even though that hurt, I just skated past that

Look, everybody got dreams about ki's
Chains full of ice with S after the V's
Horse on the hood, a grill full with the B's
Dangling your feet in San Turiny breeze

Make a virtual picture, and spin around
That ain't it, well fuck it nigga we get it down
Never try to grab your ankle nigga, we'll kick 'em down
Focus up, we gotta hit it now, bruh

When your cell goes clink, that's when you forfeit
All them dreams, all that divorce it
You ain't even get to see new mansion and Porsche shit
This dedicated to my man up in Norfolk, locked up

You, you, you want the lavish crib and fancy cars
You want the face, on that Rolex shinin' like the stars
Don't worry Mayne, you could get it Mayne
If you look in the sky and you don't see your dream
Man don't feel defeated, 'cause trust me you can build it

Ha ha, wait
Ha ha, wait

My nigga open yo' mind, mind, aren't you ready to go?
All of my dears inside, side, let 'em blow like 'dro

Through the wisdom of a prism I see I don't wanna go to prison
I make the decision to get liver
Reminiscin' as I take a listen to my nigga 'Pac
While I envision my 'Ambitions Az a Ridah'

Listen to Pharrell spit to the track
Pull up in a burgundy Bentley with a bitch in the back
I get to the paper like a hyper get to the crack
I ain't speculatin' homey I just stick to the facts, c'mon

If you wanna get the money and the status and the mob
Better ride when you roll with the crew
Take a listen for the bub hit the bud
When you hear this in the club then you know what to do

Look at the vision of a mack spittin' crack on the track
Throw these stacks in the black Cadillac
Get it like Twista and Neptunes, I got your back
And know you

You, you, you want the lavish crib and fancy cars
You want the face, on that Rolex shinin' like the stars
Don't worry Mayne, you could get it Mayne
If you look in the sky and you don't see your dream
Man don't feel defeated, 'cause trust me you can build it

Ha ha, wait
Ha ha, wait

My nigga open yo' mind, mind, aren't you ready to go?
All of my dears inside, side, let 'em blow like 'dro

Ha ha, wait
Ha ha, wait

Ha ha, wait
Ha ha, wait

Songwriters
Williams, Pharrell L / Mitchell, Carl Terrell

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Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group, SONGS MUSIC PUBLISHING

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