yeah — rooftop, purple velvet, mirrored ceiling, chrome light
dom pop, cork spit, we drown the skyline in white
neon cash, we drown the night — ah
bentley idles on the fire escape, engines purr, glass bite
private elevator, velvet rope, rolex flash like warning signs
patek on my wrist, fists full of paper, palm lines of crime
cristal river, bottles rain, gold cups, we toast the skyline
stacked twenties fanned like palms, wrist frozen — winter-time
knock the cork, flip the v, knock it back like we own fate
gold teeth grin, cigarette ash, smoke wreaths round the champagne crate
lamborghini keys clink, maybach hums in the lot below
we move in tuxedos and tattoos, cash-talk louder than the flo'
heartbeat sync to 808s, hi-hats itch like a trigger
we laugh when sirens whisper — louder when the liquor
pre-flight calls, passport names, private jet, midnight go
toast to the gods we made ourselves, watch the rooftop glow
we drown the night in neon cash — toast to kings who never crash
bottles pop, the skyline glass, drunk rich gangsters move too fast
neon cash, we drown the night
sippin' dom in a paper stack parade, no apologies, we blast
neon cash — ah — drown the night
stack, stack, flashback, slide the white
two-tone jacket, silk lining, cigarette smoke like a halo
we call the shots, then call the cops — then laugh when they don't know
cuban links, face in the mirror, portraits of an angry god
private line to a crooked judge, legal fees paid in nods
we break bottles on marble, shells of bubbles raining down
make a sea of money puddles — ring the ice, drown a crown
bentley front, rolls in back, chauffeur with a black glove
we salute with pistols tucked in tux pockets — blood on a glove
808s hit like thunder, brass stabs cut the midnight sky
we toast the enemy's demise while champagne tears the lie
grip the glass, grip the cash — pulse split between love and war
we are kings and walking mines, every cheer could be a roar
we drown the night in neon cash — concrete gods with paper masks
bottles pop, the skyline glass, drunk rich gangsters spark the blast
neon cash, we drown the night
bottles break, fists fly, flash — yesterday's friends won't last
siren whistle, red lines in the corner, paranoia bloom
whispers through the club like vultures tasting upcoming doom
phones light up with code names, somebody crossed a line
blood on the marble — echo steps down a silver spine
shit tightens, hearts fasten, double taps in the rear
one wrong breath, we trade the rooftop for a smear
knuckles bleed on baccarat glass, we count like mathematicians
corner offices, dirty deeds, signatures and maledictions
internal rhymes, timed crimes, wheel spin, night flight
we gamble with souls and big bottles and the city eats the light
we drowned the night in neon cash — kings with crowns of ash
