Fluorescent Ink - Wale, Stalley, Rick Ross

As I flip through pages of my notepad

Wow, I really wanna shine (M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music)

That’s what it boils down to, real shit

I just want my mind to be free

Never mind if they fond of me, I’ve been a beast

I recline in my seat, number nines on my feet

Womanizer admittingly, but mind you I’m deep

Although they inclined to critique

Motherfuck 'em, they couldn’t lace up a nigga’s Chukka’s

Cause money talk and I make them bustas pay for discussion

Chasing duckets, chasing dreams, got me praying for foes

Chasing hoes, dick ‘em good enough to make ‘em propose

Winning, the feeling is so incredible

Something that’s forever true, my niggas over revenue

Little bit of Chanel, decorate your appearance

Double C’s on your purses, perfect I get the message

Isabel Marant, I get you some, you give me that

All of my thoughts fluorescent ink, though I’m always thinking black

Sitting back, cognac, sixty-two behind the pack

I ain’t thug, but I ain’t stupid four niggas, five slaps

Hold up, fire shots for the winners

And as long as I’m delivering, this genre’s gon' be winning

Double M-G pimping, my relevance never ending

My penmanship ain’t too pretty, my ink is why they gon' feel me

This ink is why they feel me

This ink is why they feel me

This ink is why they feel me, Lord

This ink is why they feel me

This ink is why they feel me

This ink is why they feel me, Lord

This ink is why they feel me

Double M-G, thank you, this the real me

I got a couple old schools and some new girls

They like old jewels and new pearls

They obey no rules, they some rude girls

You know the bad ones, that rule the world

They just wanna have fun, and crash parties

But when them games is over, they down to ride for me

Bonnie and Clyde story, Mick and Mallory

A killer in them sheets, they bring that ish up out of me

After that I sit and counting G’s after G, cause it’s right back to these ends

Send her on her way, tell her come back with some friends

We can do it all again

The repetition that I like, the reputation of a pimp

And I do it all on him, peep the way I limp

Pimp walk I been brought my chick, it was money well spent

They say it’s cold-blooded how I talk

I been winning this way for years, so what if I ain’t lost?

This ink is why they feel me

This ink is why they feel me

This ink is why they feel me, Lord

This ink is why they feel me

This ink is why they feel me

This ink is why they feel me, Lord

This ink is why they feel me

Double M-G, thank you, this the real me

Sometimes it’s like, eyes is low, moment is perfect

You see things brighter than you normally see

With twenty-twenty, ya know?

Enjoy your vice