Jokers lyrics

[Intro]
Dollars never disappear, ho
Why so serious?

[Chorus: NAV]
These n*ggas, they make me sick, I'm about to throw up
n*gga, better hide yo' b*tch, if you see us, roll up
Say you gettin' money, you better show us
Livin' like kings, these n*ggas is jokers
Jokers, jokers, jokers, jokers
Coupe all black like the Batmobile
These n*ggas is jokers, jokers, jokers
Try and take my chain, my n*ggas gone have them pistols smokin'

[Verse 1: Harvey Stripes]
n*gga stepped up out the penthouse draped in Ferragamo
Cold player, Harvey, yeah, I'm like I'm Mexicano
Got a white b*tch by my side tho, we like Cher and Bono
Get behind her, she Mariah, b*tch, just hit the high note
f*cked around, found me a dyke, yeah, went found me a dyke Bought 'em both Givenchy clothes and can't pronounce it right
Fill my trousers with them thousands when they out at night
They say Harvard play ball Barker [?]
She drink, and she smoke, and she f*ck, she the life of the party
The pimpin' is oh so ice cold, see the ice on my body
That's my kinda shawty, addicted to me, I'm her liquor, her weed
But charge you a thousand a night for the [body ?]
The marble look right in my lobby, count a hundred bands tonight
We hustle, stuff it in a duffel, uh that Samsonite
Gucci high tops on cold man, go sherbet
Young Bruce Wayne in the Batmobile, go skrrt, skrrt
[Chorus: NAV]
These n*ggas, they make me sick, I'm about to throw up
n*gga, better hide yo' b*tch, if you see us, roll up
Say you gettin' money, you better show us
Livin' like kings, these n*ggas is jokers
Jokers, jokers, jokers, jokers
Coupe all black like the Batmobile
These n*ggas is jokers, jokers, jokers
Try and take my chain, my n*ggas gone have them pistols smokin'

[Verse 2: Harvey Stripes]
We get money off them blonde hoes, tell 'em, "Count it, pronto"
Quarter million worth of diamonds, could have bought a condo
Got them Porsches, Masis, Bentleys, and they back to back
[?] puffer for asthma attacks
Catch a breath, let her catch a breath
Went to left, like [?] Harvey, that's that Master Chef
Twenty-four hour, make twenty-four grand
Pop them bands, me and my n*ggas do the [?] dance
Fresh Prince, and I'm shinin' like night life lately
Vanilla the diamonds, like "Ice Ice Baby"
The whip that I'm drivin', like white rice and gravy
Your b*tches, I'm robbin, they givin' like Mike Tyson lady
Forgets it, Porsche from a Lexus
Watch these b*tches, and these b*tches watch this f*ckin' necklace
What a beautiful purchase, trust me my goonies are lurkin'
Twos and they [?], dress code, all black like a funeral service
[Chorus: NAV]
These n*ggas, they make me sick, I'm about to throw up
n*gga, better hide yo' b*tch, if you see us, roll up
Say you gettin' money, you better show us
Livin' like kings, these n*ggas is jokers
Jokers, jokers, jokers, jokers
Coupe all black like the Batmobile
These n*ggas is jokers, jokers, jokers
Try and take my chain, my n*ggas gone have them pistols smokin'