The Bourbon Smoke House

It's the bourbon smoke house Bring all the pounds Bring your favorite glass You want another round It's the bourbon smoke house Bring all the pounds Bring your favorite glass You want another round F*ck the corona rules This is all fam Owned business Delicious, hors d'oeuvre's Drank in my hand Got the big mug Like the Irish Juke box, spinning records We all stylish Looking clean up in this bitch Playa rich We sip and spit Hear my pitch Neon lights right behind As we grind, strategize Go for the whole pie Speaking of that Bring some out for desert They fried out of they mind Laughing so hard that it hurts We not much of a mystery We speak our peace Wrote our intentions throughout history This is the target The date, mark it Here's my cup, pour it Got the joint, spark it Finally let the ladies in after chit chatting Disco ball dropping All dancing Fantastic It's the bourbon smoke house Bring all the pounds Bring your favorite glass You want another round It's the bourbon smoke house Bring all the pounds Bring your favorite glass You want another round F*ck it Open it up to public We all need a comfortable place to go After work did us rugged Recruit So we can all live out our dreams We all know what the money means Also to be at peace We gotta shut the curtains Around this round table Low skirt waitress Asking about the label Might have to go in a private room With the black light Sitting down She do them dances Black leather, mass tight Go back through time I'll skip the opportunity Who's turn is it Fool, you or me Aight, I got the song I got the mystery drink Well all take To keep us up all night long Perfect lighting So exciting Cutting cigars What a perfect sighting Look out the window See my Cincinnati city Out to the four-fifty Been broke, been gritty It's the bourbon smoke house Bring all the pounds Bring your favorite glass You want another round It's the bourbon smoke house Bring all the pounds Bring your favorite glass You want another round What more can I ask for Phone buzzing Asking if we can stay longer It's a fast tour Well, I mean what the hell I'm the back pissing, missing Wishing well To the ones who ain't here Now who the hell brought me this dank beer Sizzling, ice cold Super bold Remote control I already know Yo Turn on the screen dropping In the middle of the dance floor Putting on a show Our favorites Funny shit This money bitch Can buy you a life you want to live And all of that can bring you happiness But it comes from within Pray every night Ain't asking for shit But thanking him we got lit At The Bourbon Smoke House Got in Now how the f*ck do I get out Ha It's the bourbon smoke house Bring all the pounds Bring your favorite glass You want another round It's the bourbon smoke house Bring all the pounds Bring your favorite glass You want another round