Red Cafe - Faded Feat. Rick Ross

Lyrics to Faded Feat. Rick Ross by Red Cafe

[Chorus] I got a feeling A real good feeling I’mma be faded The bar is open We just bought it I’mma be faded Let the Champaign p-o-o-o-ur p-o-o-o-ur, p-o-o-o-ur Let the Champaign p-o-o-o-ur p-o-o-o-ur, p-o-o-o-ur [Red Cafe] Damn I look good, Somebody take a photo I run my his-house, You can ask Jojo Yank fitted on, My money on Jeter My girls all dimes, Lou Vuitton Divas I’m fly like an overnight letter Shorty sleep with me Make your overnights wetter Better I’m faded (I’m faded) And tonight I’m gonna get wasted See to everybody listening, if it’s on I’mma get at ‘em I can say whatever I’m a tax paying citizen Middle finger up, I aint got a conscience I just go hard like the trio from Yonkers Head honcho, Kush in the console Bad boy, now they shook like Cosmo’s I’m all that, everyday all black Got Ciroc on deck so I’m faded off that [Chorus] [Rick Ross] Two homes on the block Each one mill and this ring on my finger is an E one deal Canary yellow stone, can’t be faded Fatigue belt, 45 made for the navy Young n-ggas ready to grapple down ya buildin’ I’m living chilling, arms wrapped around a Brazilian In the presence of a Don, be cautious but calm Can’t be faded, two pills a charm She licks on my chest, reading tatts on my arm Hit her form the back, same time my mind blown Speechless so she scream in silence A real bad boy and all my speeches violent [Chorus] [Red Cafe] Pour for them white girls, them light girls We just buy all these bottles cause it excites girls Yeah shorty go on kill a runway I knew you would have been a supermodel one day I’m mashing out lighting up on a highway Shit, I’m supposed to be high It’s the highway Anybody wanna eat? Come saddle up My team getting money, everybody tatted up Marqee status, flights no baggage Dope dicks make these hoes Cafe addicts And I am the most hated Bottles to the face, shake it up then spray it [Chorus]