Mr Las Vegas (v1)

Lyrics

Hmm.
Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah.
Uh-huh.
Uh, come on.
Hey.
Woo.
Yeah.
Woo.
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da.
Hey.
Ha-ha.
He came in with a grin, silver cuffs, 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 swag, 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 grayed.
Three-cuff smile, gold 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.
Proud funk.
Hey.
Mr. Las Vegas.
Proud funk.
He walks in proud.
And the whole room jumps.
Hey.
Mr. Las Vegas.
Proud funk.
He orders one more round for the table in back.
Tip the hat to the server.
Then he snaps right back.
Dice hits 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 their turn.
He says, keep it moving with the curl of the lip.
Then he slides through the crowd like a cool tongue whip.
Three-cuff smile, gold 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.
Proud funk.
Mr. Las Vegas.
Proud funk.
He walks in proud.
And the whole room jumps.
Woo.
Mr. Las Vegas.
Proud funk.
Woo.
Proud.
Woo.
He don't need permission.
He don't need a crown.
One sharp look and the doubt goes down.
Hands in the air when he gives that sign.
Mr. Las Vegas.
Born to shine.
Mr. Las Vegas.
Proud funk.
Woo.
Mr. Las Vegas.
Proud funk.
He walks in proud.
And the whole room jumps.
Woo.
Mr. Las Vegas.
Proud funk.
Woo.