Lyrics 11 Homes - Kai Straw

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