Slide in the booth, silk sheets, champagne goose,
Big Poppa smooth—one look, the whole room loose.
Diamonds doin’ the waltz on my Cuban-linked wrist,
whisperin’ sweet nothings to the miss blowin’ me a kiss.
C-notes fold like origami, I’m a calm tsunami,
sweet talk the night, turn thick smoke to a love army.
Haters in the corner, sour like old vermouth—
I just toast to the sky, let the moon sip 90 proof.