Mr Las Vegas (v2)

Lyrics

He came in with a grin, silver cups, two-tone shoes
Name on the napkin, like he never had to choose
Dealer on the left, dice on the right He winked at the room, then he owned the night
Pocket full of swagger, wallet full of rain He said, baby, call me Mr. Like that was his name
He don't chase the moment he makes it behave Every slow turn he takes got the whole joint brave
Three-car smile, blowed on his wrist Everybody leans in when he moves like this
Hold that look, don't let it go He brought the heat in a velvet coat
Mr. Las Vegas, prowl funk, prowl funk Mr. Las Vegas, prowl funk, prowl funk
He walks in proud and the whole room jumps Mr. Las Vegas, prowl funk, prowl funk
He orders one more round for the table in back Tips the hat to the server, then he snaps right back
Dice hit the felt like a drumline call He laughs at the ceiling, then he charms them all
Big talk, clean cut, fast hands, slow burn Every name in the room waits for that turn
He says, keep it moving with the curl of the lip Then he slides through the crowd like a cool tongue wheel
Caught smile, blowed on his wrist Everybody leans in when he moves like this
Hold that look, don't let it go He brought the heat in a velvet coat
Mr. Las Vegas, prowl funk, prowl funk Mr. Las Vegas, prowl funk, prowl funk
He walks in proud and the whole room jumps Mr. Las Vegas, prowl funk, prowl funk
He don't need permission, he don't need a crown One sharp look and the dial goes down
Hands in the air when he gives that sign Mr. Las Vegas, born to shine
Mr. Las Vegas, prowl funk, prowl funk Mr. Las Vegas, prowl funk, prowl funk
He walks in proud and the whole room jumps Mr. Las Vegas, prowl funk, prowl funk