With Da Homies (feat. Shroom)

It's a red carpet when I step out to the alley
So many girls I got, I feel like a Muslim, uh
I live more in hotels than at my place (place)
More catalogs than Picasso shades (-casso)
Spent forty-four on a shirt (yeah, yeah)
And I don’t even remember where I wore it
Double-height room, looks like a showroom
It’s the closet from Mr. Cruz's diary (Mr. Cruz)
Making millions with the girls (say what?)
A bunch wanna sign and I'm like, what's the real deal? (Say what?)
What's the real deal? (Say what?)
What's the real deal? (Say what?)
What's the real deal if I'm independent doing big things?
I’m ready for the pic, I’m ready for the beat, now I pay for the pizzas
Used to not put in (no, no), used to not be able to (yeah, yeah)
Live life like this, have more than one girl, not having to go to church
Used to not have (haha), used to not see (uh)

Ridin', ridin', ridin'
With da homies
Ridin', ridin', ridin'
With da homies
Ridin', ridin', ridin'
With da homies
Ridin', ridin', ridin'
With da homies

You have no idea about being kinky (kinky)
Leather outfits and chains ain't no bling-bling (bling-bling)
Dress code for entry after the guest list
No phones inside, nothing ringing (ring-ring)
Spending some euros all around Europe
Getting on another plane, getting on another train
Girl on the pole and sex often
Booths without shame, adult theaters
New girl from the Netherlands
In the city where they ride bikes
Gave her a taste and now she wants more
But I'm in the studio, focused
Check out, I don’t wanna leave tomorrow
I’m staying until Friday
Another role in the red light district
Maybe I’ll check out the window

Hey baby, one hundred euros for the entrance
And then, one hundred and fifty if you wanna hook up with me
But if you can’t touch me, you can’t
I mean you can touch me but you can’t squeeze me, okay?
Please lay down, get your clothes off, lay down
Feel comfortable, okay, if you want a blow job it’s five hundred more