Hoodie Allen - Sirens Lyrics
[Verse 1: Hoodie Allen]Check itStarted at the bottom like I'm looking at her bootyAsking me for money, I'm a blow it like I'm HootieBuffalo, where you find me, throwing Bills like I'm FlutieShe a product of the nineties, I'm a show her like I'm Truman, ooh'fore the night is over, she will beso me, muahGot your girlfriend so obsessed with me, that Cecily strongMaking all of these bangers for girls who look like TopangaWho grew up in Staten Island, banging 36 ChambersYa listening to history in the making nowTrying to retire at thirty with a vacation houseThat money funny like Jefferson on a twentyIvy League like I'm hangin' out with Beyoncé and Jeezy nowSwaggin', I can see you impressShe on her knees and she ain't trying to confessSave me the stress, ya girl already say I'm the bestShe came to my show just to get my name on her chest[Hook: Hoodie Allen]Call 9-1-1Tell the operator she ain't lookin' for a playerWe can have some funWe could be together from now until wheneverJust call me upAnd I'll put out the fire that be burning insideWe can roll in my ride and make the sirens goShe make the sirens go[Verse 2: Hoodie Allen][?] cause I love it, do it for my peopleWords are like my ammo, bang, bang, reloadWatch me as I freak flows, ball hard on these beats thoughUsed to take the bus, now I whip it like I'm DevoNowadays we sittin' court side at every Knicks gameClose enough to go and hand Carmelo my mixtapeModels in my phone book, bout to make a mistakeTell'em spread the love like we living in the six daysMy friends say that my life is like a movie dogI'm bangin' actress after actress like they groupies dogShe think I'm James Bond, you just an afterthoughtThese rappers beggin' for any song in my catalogueWorking nine-to-five, but the oppositeKilling it so much, they bout to build me a monumentTell her "we can do it in the dorm room of your collegesAnd she can rock my mutha*****ing world or earn an scholarship[Hook: Hoodie Allen][Verse 3: Alex Wiley]Okay, I know it's frowned upon, but I'm [?][?] in a text, I got your b***h in it, don't mention itThose who want the D and I appreciate the sentimentCan't afford to own it, I'm just leasing it and renting itCause I am not cuffing s**t, I am not no odd boyI'm more like a hot boy, Gucci leather socks boyFin dripping in the kitchen whippin' up the box toyI get it for the low, I bet you get it for a lot boyLast night at the Trump towers taking drunk showersAt the airport, they went through my bag and found a bunch of weed that was not oursIf it's not reeking than it's not sourSmoke in her face, you don't need a vase for these bouquet, then buy flowers[Hook: Hoodie Allen][Outro:]*Phone ring*Hey, Hoodie! What's going on man? Todd Ferman calling over from Gigantic Records. Man we just listened to your project, I got a bunch of writers up here, every one in the office is flippin' out. Man, I just wanted to call ya and let you know that we really, really love it, but we just wanna, you know, take it that next level. First thing I would want to do with you is get you a little bit more matured. Throw on a bowtie every now and then, carry a cane around, and wear a grey wig. But other than that, we really love it. Please call me when you get a chance. Once again, Todd Ferman, Gigantic Records. We love your album but we really want to change everything
