Lyrics Gatsby - Sal Houdini

Gatsby

Look
This is paradise
This right here you see
This is paradise for you
I just threw a huge ass party like I’m Gatsby
She said you look cute in all white girl, don’t gas me
Toothpick in my mouth like I’m Diddy with no Cassie
Catch an attitude again I’ll call your ass a taxi
I got couple ex’s on the daily tryin' to blast me
I got bitches textin' sayin' «babe, I want your last name»
Bitch my name Houdini for a reason come and catch me
White Porsche revving in the lot 'cause I’m fancy
Yeah
I got drinks I got munchies
I got bitches here that flew out from different countries
They don’t get attached they don’t come up with assumptions
Pay to make it bigger, I don’t pay for no reductions
I’ve been plottin' your destruction
Keep all your apologies there’s no room for discussions
I give y’all the world and it’s honestly disgustin'
Bangout ever come you gon' face some repercussions
She like how I smell that’s Chanel Bleu
I got couple dreams I could sell you, yeah
Don’t believe the things that they tell you
Couple niggas tryin' to forget you, yeah
Please don’t catch no pictures of me talkin' to the bottle girls
Don’t go telling blogs that I was kissin' with a model girl
I’m not tryin' to ruin my chance with this Chicago girl
White Porsche tryin' to find out how far the throttle goes
Got the goons with the draco
They don’t ever pull the trigger less I ever say so
Mobbin' out in Carbone havin' chicken alfredo
Havin' dinner with Italians like Stefano Magaddino
Yeah
There’s a time and place for all that
Say it hurts your soul, my nigga I thought you sold that
You need a reality check can’t ignore that
You snitchin' us out to the opps you report back
I just took the city by storm like I’m Gatsby
I own the committee back home and that’s facts B
I pay bitches rent sometimes when they ask me
I give out a loan to these niggas I’m financin'
Devil on my shoulder with the angel and they dancin'
Couple taken bitches in the city I’m romancin'
I’m buildin' an empire and I’m expandin'
I watch all the money comin' in while I’m relaxin'
Glowin' like amazing skin
Pull up to the mansion with like 80 friends
Every single class of that Mercedes Benz
Make sure to inform all of your lady friends
No more little plans for them 80's kids
I’m a 90's baby blowin' hunnid bands
Fly a little shorty from the west ends
Don’t give no ideas to your best friend
Chances are I’m fuckin' like an animal
Bring some extra plan B’s I’m out of 'em
'Cause God knows I cannot commit to one woman
Slip up have a baby when I’m too busy to handle one
Malik makes it happen he’s executor
Livin' dreams out on the regular
Music wasn’t part of my curricular
But that just goes to show I don’t need nothin' particular
I hate the «you won’t ever do it» type of energy
These people gas you to your face but be your enemies dawg
I got the message you been sendin' me dawg
Nobody will be ever endin' me dawg
Yeah