🎵 Fiesta // by R. Kelly

4 ContributorsFiesta Lyrics [Intro: R. Kelly] Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm... [Verse 1: R. Kelly] Chilling in my four point six at the light 'Bout to be VIP for the night Shorty in the drop top V made a right Pull up to her bumper, baby beeped twice Jumped out the whip like I was the police Didn't have a gun, but my wrist said freeze Got Friday on a DVD She's a baller and I'm a baller Wha-what? [Chorus: R. Kelly] To all my hot girls living fiesta To all my hot boys living fiesta To all my Chi-town niggas, fiesta And all my uptown niggas, fiesta To all my players and my hustlers, fiesta And if you sitting on them blades, fiesta To all my honies in the club, fiesta And if you rolling with a thug, fiesta [Verse 2: R. Kelly] We be off in the club sipping lot Red-eye deep in the club puffing lye Strippers in the back of the club showing live Soon as I get a buzz I'm showing out House on top of the hill, counting what? Who's gonna buy the bar? Got enough Take the haters out in the back, rough 'em up I'm a baller, now where's my ballers? Wha-what? [Chorus: R. Kelly] To all my hot girls living fiesta To all my hot boys living fiesta To all my Chi-town niggas, fiesta And all my uptown niggas, fiesta To all my players and my hustlers, fiesta And if you sitting on them blades, fiesta To all my honies in the club, fiesta And if you rolling with a thug, fiesta [Bridge: R. Kelly] We pop Cris' on a daily base Plus we got honies all up in the place Bout to wild out in a major way So put your hands up if you made your pay Add a little juice to the Tanqueray And let the ice show 'til it blind her face Rockland sitting on Capitol Hill Trackmasters make capital deals [Verse 3: Gotti] Now look at Gotti iced out with the blingy-bling And a big body sitting on them gleamy things Now Rockland niggas know the means of cream Kelly, R&B Thug and it sings to king Got PJ niggas in Cabrini–Green (thugged out) Hot chicks down to do anything Cop them mo' chicks Cop mo' bricks, pop mo' Cris' Ay Kelly drop mo' hits [Verse 4: Boo] What you know about them cats that be spendin' the dough Every day drink Henny and a bottle of Mo' Ride whips, hitting chicks, blowing twenties on 'dro To the club thirty deep, plenty of ice to show Mami say she never rolled in a six before (fiesta) Never seen a young cat this rich before Yeah Kelly made the way for these niggas to blow (fiesta) Thugged out, 2G, Rockland for sure (fiesta) [Chorus: R. Kelly] To all my hot girls living fiesta To all my hot boys living fiesta To all my Chi-town niggas, fiesta And all my uptown niggas, fiesta To all my players and my hustlers, fiesta And if you sitting on them blades, fiesta To all my honies in the club, fiesta And if you rolling with a thug, fiesta To all my hot girls living fiesta To all my hot boys living fiesta To all my Chi-town niggas, fiesta And all my uptown niggas, fiesta To all my players and my hustlers, fiesta