400 - The Hooka Song Lyrics

I display my kool like crazy son
If you ain't hate I would have gave you some
My window's down and my AC on
Hola hovito my Jay Z on
And you can't tell me none
I am the brand they sell me son
You tryin to catch up huh
Its like a turtle to a cheetah
Bad bitch from Jamaica her name Keisha
And she smokin shisha
Got a bomb ass shape yeah I know you see her
She say she like me for my rash demeanor
She say she like my rash demeanor
She like how much of a ass I can be but
I think she kinda likes how I treat her
I show her all the finer things in life
What you ain't know Im living right
Hooka and champagne on ice
Ha! yeah my champagne on ice
And Im on tonite, Im on tonite
So lets toast to the major life
Hooka and champagne on ice
Cause I'm on tonite, Im on tonite
Im on tonite, Im on tonite
So lets toast to the major life
Hooka and champagne on ice
Cause I'm on tonite, Im on tonite
Ringside at a major fight
On my way to the Bay great seats on the flight
Im so bright I don't need no lights
My sound diverse so its hard to bite
Been around the world and I did that twice
Your swag so trash like nothin like
Something to like
I mean its nothin nice
Its like nothings right
But that sounds like my past it was nothin like
Something to like
It was like nothin nice
But if you knew that then you couldn't blame me right
And Im on tonite, Im on tonite
So lets toast to the major life
Hooka and champagne on ice
Cause I'm on tonite, Im on tonite
Im on tonite, Im on tonite
So lets toast to the major life
Hooka and champagne on ice
Cause I'm on tonite, Im on tonite
Im on tonite, Im on tonite
So lets toast to the major life
Hooka and champagne on ice
Cause I'm on tonite, Im on tonite