Dress Code by C.E.M.B. Lyrics

White on black on white
That's the dress code
Turning up on sight
I'm in party mode
Dirty up the Sprite
Then drop off a load

Please don't corrode my energy
Pop some pills down some Hennessy
I'm an artist now I got a target an image to uphold I almost lost it
If she bad we're going back to the apartment damn I almost got it fuck I lost it
I've been waiting for this all fucking week damn she a freak damn she a freak
Damn she throw that ass back damn she really got that
She rubbin' on the buckle baby don't scratch that
A mouse chasin' a cat damn I'm trying to hit that before I'm on the road

White on black on white
That's the dress code
Turnin' up on sight
I'm in party mode
Dirty up the Sprite
Then drop off a load
Come on over and grab this fucking cash hoe
Flip a quick peso she love my Valentino
Oh you really with it are you for real tho
Think she like me I'm so icy like a paletero
Always groovy like a smoothie just like T-Bo
Damn I'm grateful I made it out that raid
Dressed up real nice with a fresh ass fade
Bitches love the money I made
They hold on real tight like pomade
Finally got the bag had to chase it on my own
The snakes left me to die they left me all alone
Had to sober up had to get in my zone
Dressed up real nice off-white and V-Lone
Dressed up real nice got some ice had to cop some Hermes
Popped some molly, drank, and smoked some dank hope I feel this

White on black on white
That's the dress code
Turnin' up on sight
I'm in party mode
Dirty up the Sprite
Then drop off a load
White on Black on White
That's the dress code