Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 11 Homes, artist - Kai Straw. Album song GUN, in the genre R&BDate of issue: 06.02.2018
Record label: Tenth Gate
Song language: English
11 Homes |
| Babe, I’m the man |
| Like I got a chain on the win |
| If someone got it, Imma take it from them |
| Like I got a blade in my hand |
| No, I’m never afraid of no man |
| I got Lois Lane in my bed |
| As we’re laying there naked, we said |
| In harmony, like you could see into my head |
| I wanna hear people say |
| «Oh, how did them two get so far on their own?» |
| I wanna hear people say, «Wha?!» |
| Outside of our Bentley that’s tinted so they can’t see us |
| I wanna hear people say, «Woah» |
| When they see our paychecks 'n all them zeroes |
| I wanna hear people say, «Wha?!» |
| When they see what we become |
| I wanna live like Caesar |
| Got eleven homes, one in Rome |
| Baby, like Caesar |
| Got eleven homes, one in Rome |
| I wanna live like Caesar |
| Got eleven homes, one in Rome |
| Baby, like Caesar |
| Got eleven homes, one in Rome |
| Babe, we gonna win |
| Like I — ah — paid off the ref |
| No one can stop us |
| Got a spade in the hand |
| We’ll get the ace in the deck |
| Oh, I can feel it there’s a change in the wind |
| Oh, I can see it, nothing’s cagin' us in |
| We gonna make it, baby |
| I’ve tasted it when you’ve placed your lips on my own |
| Like they’re laced with a kindling made to spark my soul |
| I wanna hear people say |
| «Oh, how did them two get so far on their own?» |
| I wanna hear people say, «Wha?!» |
| Outside of our Bentley that’s tinted so they can’t see us |
| I wanna hear people say, «Woah» |
| When they see our paychecks 'n all them zeroes |
| I wanna hear people say — |
| I wanna live like Caesar |
| Got eleven homes, one in Rome |
| Baby, like Caesar |
| Got eleven homes, one in Rome |
| I wanna live like Caesar |
| Got eleven homes, one in Rome |
| Baby, like Caesar |
| Got eleven homes, one in Rome |
| There will be one in New York |
| Another in Paris, baby |
| You’ll see the Champs-Elysées |
| But you got your hair done, in Spain |
| And we’re having one in the Galapagos |
| To get out of the rain, it ain’t August but |
| We’ll make our own weather by copping us one |
| Wherever the sun wanna run |
| Then one on the coast |
| Of Rome and then Tokyo, maybe |
| We can hear sounds from the beach |
| From under our sheets, naked |
| But no matter where we calling home today |
| I’ll hold you tight like you’re my poker hand |
| 'Cause I don’t think there’s a king making a chip |
| Without his queen on his hip |
| We gonna live like we’re Caesar |
| Got eleven homes |
| Like Caesar, Caesar |
| Got eleven homes |
| Like Caesar |