Lyrics Uptown Boys - Lardi B

Peter pulling up in an all white Beemer
Pink polo-wearing pussy shaking hands with the dealer
Yeah, he trying to lay the pipe on a bitch named Sheila
But Peter can′t pipe until she filled with tequila

He got a pocket full of pills and he smell like Patrón
And no, he ain't going home ′til it's six in the morn'
He trying to cover up with Ralph Lauren cologne
And all these uptown boys just wanna let be known that

Aye, we want some pussy!
Aye, we want some pussy!

You see
Doug′s got dad′s discover card and strung out on drugs
He always got cocaine on deck, just call him the plug
He'll make you think he got a big ol′ dick full of diamonds
And if he ever gets you home, you pray to God you can find it

Chris has khaki pockets full of strawberry condoms
He gives a roofie to Casey and says, "Come home with me, mama"
But she already knows he want to take off her clothes
And all these uptown boys are just trying to bone