Letra 27 Summers - NAS
Hit-Boy
Bitch, I'm in a good mood, good group pulled me up (Ice)
The plane leave in thirty, fix your life, hurry up (Fix your life)
Ackee rice, peas, puttin' curry over duck (Mm)
Courtside Rockets, Warriors, Curry up (Swish)
Smokin' weed in a tux, sippin' Ricard
Sitting on Governors Isle with all the killers
Premier movies with my man DeNiro
And Johnny Nunez got all the pictures
Black-grown, black-owned
Black women is the backbone (Love)
Latin food in the back room
Big business, I'ma drop a new 'gnac soon
Followin' the cash rules
Rich, matte-black Rolls, yeah, I got 'em seeing ghosts (Ghosts)
Twenty-seven summers, that wasn't even the goal (Goal)
Blowing kush clouds and we all for the smoke (Smoke)
Black card, black Rolls, more black CEOs
Bitch, I'm in a good mood, good group pulled me up
Mass Appeal, movies and music, sign with us
All my niggas millionaires, G-Code know what's up (What up, G-Code?)
What up, Jung'? What up, Stoute? What up, Ant? What up, East?
What they say about us?
Rich, matte-black Rolls, yeah, I got 'em seeing ghosts (Ghosts)
Twenty-seven summers, that wasn't even the goal (Goal)
Blowing kush clouds and we all for the smoke (Smoke)
Bitch, black card, black Rolls, more black CEOs.