Ryan Leslie – Swiss Francs Remix

Chorus: (x2)
Bills foreign, Swiss Francs
Before I die I want my money in a Swiss Bank
I can see right through these haters – fish tanks
Plus they’re frowning at my watch like my wrist stinks

[French lyrics:]

Chorus:
Bills foreign, Swiss Francs
Before I die I want my money in a Swiss Bank
I can see right through these haters – fish tanks
Plus they’re frowning at my watch like my wrist stinks
Bills foreign, Swiss Francs
Before I die I want my money in a Swiss Bank
I can see right through these haters – fish tanks
Plus they’re staring at my watch

Un million, deux million, trois millions, quatre
Plus a crib out in Geneva so I can avoid the tax
Got a mill’ from Universal I ain’t had to pay it back
Throw my money in the air and you suckers is playing catch (huh)
Lunatic album blasting through a pair of Beats
B2O, my connection to the Paris streets
Black Beethoven flow, call it Für Elise
Next selection embroidered in Panamera seats
Check the luggage, it’s vintage Pierre Cardin
Got a hundred stacks buried in the jardin
Anglais on the south shore of lake Geneva
Love my money like my honey so I hate to leave her
Voice activated safe need a “mot de passe”
Sick flow – translate it: “flow dégueulasse”
Watching money come and go, I learned to make it last
As I get it, spend it slow and generate it fast

Chorus:
Bills foreign, Swiss Francs
Before I die I want my money in a Swiss Bank
I can see right through these haters – fish tanks
Plus they’re frowning at my watch like my wrist stinks
Bills foreign, Swiss Francs
Before I die I want my money in a Swiss Bank
I can see right through these haters – fish tanks
Plus they’re staring at my watch

Bills foreign, Swiss Francs
Before I die I need my money in a Swiss Bank
I can see right through these haters – fish tanks
Plus they’re frowning at my watch like my wrist stinks
Bills foreign, Swiss Francs
Before I die I step my money in a Swiss Bank
I can see right through these haters – fish tanks
Plus they’re frowning at my watch

Ryan Leslie – Suit & Tie (Remix)

I be on my suit and tie shit, tie shit, tie
I be on my suit and tie shit, tie shit
Can I show you a few things?
A few things, a few things, little baby ‘cause
I be on my suit and tie shit, tie shit
I be on my suit and tie shit, tie shit
Let me show you a few things
Let me show you a few things

Les, welcome back JT
Heard you got a record with the homie Jay-Z
So for me to jump on it I must be crazy
But girl, they’re both married baby, you can date me
Yeah, put your best dress on
Teach ‘em how to stunt we’ll give them a lesson
Bulletproof girl, she harder than teflon
Take her ten rounds, I call it decathlon
Like a boxer baby, like a boxer baby
Be my Demi Moore I can be your prince
Harry Morton, take a break from recording
No serious dates we just courting, yeah
And my ex is like a cigarette
I’m tryina quit girl you could be my Nicorette
Let’s take it back to the Sheraton Nicolette
Feel good
You’ll never see my ass caught in the ascot
Gettin’ green man, money is the mascot
I made to a “have” from a “have not”
Started rappin’ now these niggas gettin’ mad hot
And we off them wedge sneakers
Now my baby in Chanel gold creepers
Talkin’ top of the world Burj Khalifa
Get with me, Les

I can’t wait till I get you on the floor, good-looking
Going out so hot, just like an oven
And I’ll burn myself, but just had to touch it
It’s so fine and it’s all mine
Hey baby, we don’t mind all the watching
‘Cause if they study close, real close
They might learn something
She ain’t nothing but a little doozy when she does it
She’s so fly tonight

And as long as I’ve got my suit and tie
I’mma leave it all on the floor tonight
And you got fixed up to the nines
Let me show you a few things
All dressed up in black and white
And you’re dressed in that dress I like
Love is swinging in the air tonight
Let me show you a few things
Let me show you a few things
Show you a few things about love
While we’re in the swing of love
Let me show you a few things
Show you a few things about love

Stop, let me get a good look at it
So thick, now I know why they call it a fatty
Shit so sick got a hit and picked up a habit
That’s alright, ‘cause you’re all mine
Go on and show ‘em who you call daddy
I guess they’re just mad ‘cause girl, they wish they had it
My killer, my filler, yeah you’re a classic
And you’re all mine tonight

And as long as I’ve got my suit and tie
I’mma leave it all on the floor tonight
And you got fixed up to the nines
Let me show you a few things
All dressed up in black and white
And you’re dressed in that dress I like
Love is swinging in the air tonight
Let me show you a few things
Let me show you a few things
Show you a few things about love
While we’re in the swing of love
Let me show you a few things
Show you a few things about love

All black at the white shows
White shoes at the black shows
Green card for the Cuban lynx
Y’all sit back and enjoy the light show
Nothing exceeds like the sex
Style got gout from having the best of the best
Is this what it’s all about?
I’m at the restaurant with my rent
Disturbing the guests
Years of distress, tears on the dress
Try to hide her face with some makeup sex
This is trouble season
Tom Ford tuxedos for no reason
All saints for my angel
Alexander Wang, too
Ass tight Denim and some Dunks
I’ll show you how to do this young
No papers, catch favors
Get high, out Vegas
… on doubles ain’t looking for trouble
You just got good genes so a nigga tryina cuff you
Tell your mother that I love her ‘cause I love you
Tell your father we go farther as a couple
They ain’t losing a daughter, got a son
I show you how to do this, hun!

As long as I’ve got my suit and tie
I’mma leave it all on the floor tonight
Baby got fixed up to the nines
Let me show you a few things
All dressed up in black and white
And you’re dressed in that dress I like
Love is swinging in the air tonight
Let me show you a few things
Let me show you a few things
Show you a few things about love

Ryan Leslie – History

Life is really what you make it
It’s whatever you write in your own history book
So whatever story you write
Make sure it’s good
Les

Champagne flutes up, baby, it’s a celebration
Shout out to the flyest the pride of my generation
Well-educated and under appreciated
Still pulling broads and make me the most hated
Legendary track record man always with a ten
Treat em good give em stories for they friends
They just looking for adventure, lotta fun
I done had my share of problems, model ones
It’s the same damn story, man, I’m just tryna spin it
Same damn game, man, I’m just tryna win it
Shout out to my hustler’s that’s doin it independent
See you at the top, we gon’ be there any minute
Livin’ like a Rolling Stone, homie, Ronnie Wood
Tryna get a second home out in Hollywood
And pretty girls be the best bandaid for my self esteem
Got a Chuck Berry hustle with an Elvis dream

Hook:
That’s why we grind hard,it’s no mystery
‘Cause every moment of our life we write history
Every moment of our life we write history
Every moment of our life we write hits, we write hits.
That’s why we grind hard for the victory
‘Cause every moment of our life we write history
Every moment of our life we write history
Every moment of our life we write hits.

I remember when I first got started they told me I was retarded
Tell me what’s worse being broke or broken hearted, huh?
I was both when my girl left
Music was the only dream in my world left
Yeah, and everything in Sam Ash seemed to tempt me
Ran my credit to the ground for an MP + an R3
don’t look at me now
I travel the world touring, man, look at me now!
We payin’ with black cards at the drive through
Black suits, black trucks when we ride thru
And I tell the kids: “you can do what I do”
Buckle down, homie, focus on that high school
Yeah and I paid my dues
Studio videos got major views
When I lost my court case, I made the news
So I guess that was a milli it paid to lose!
Les

[Hook:]

Bridge:
And all the fans keep it so real
That’s why we independent, man, no deal
I swear it ain’t a stage that we won’t kill
We good out in France, man, tranquil
They sayin’ that boy Ryan is so ill
Look at him on the keys, man, he so skilled
We gettin’ paid, homie more bills
Hangin’ off the balcony of hotels
Screamin’ I love my life

Hook:
And I grind hard, it’s no mystery
‘Cause every moment of our life we make history
Every moment of our life we write history
Every moment of our life we write hits, we write hits.
That’s why we go hard. for the victory
‘Cause every moment of our life we write history
Every moment of our life we write history
Every moment of our life we write hits, we write
That’s why we grind hard

‘Cause we out here tryna do more than just make it
We aiming for legendary
Les

RYAN LESLIE – Glory

Listen, they tried to put me in a box, the urban dude.
I’m Mr. Festivals, Coachella, Bonaru
They never really understood what I was trying to do,
And had me feeling Miles Davis kinda blue
I flipped the switch and put the rock star in my show,
Went overseas and had ‘em cop cars whipping slow
They’re looking funny I was bad with a black band
Eating everybody in the game, Pacman
The only issue is not a game,
I’ve got these kids looking at me, saying “What a shame!
He’s so underrated, he should have sold more
Should’ve had a number one record with his own tour.
Look at his live show, look how we touch ‘em keys,
Look how ‘em girls scream when he fall to his knees!
Look how he pour his heart out when he tell his story.”
I guess I had to spill my guts so I could get my glory!

Listen,
Have you ever seen such determination?
Despite it all, I’m still a theme for the adulation.
Everything I ever wrote I did it form the heart
Never had a top ten but you still respect my art.
I’m in the club and they still send me free bottles,
Still push that G-55 with a super model.
It’s my reality, this ain’t no show, brother
Go check my girl on the February Vogue cover
And catch me whipping through the city in that silver Jeep
Kids screaming “Oh, that’s Ryan Leslie, yeah, they know it’s me”

I’m not ashamed at all, in fact I love my story,
No matter what it takes oh I’ma keep my glory!

Shit!
The glory, give it to me!
oh, oh!
I get it
The glory, give it to me!
Yeah

You asked me why I’m rapping,
Well I give you the reason,
The same reason you’re hating when you should be believing
It’s in your heart to hate, it’s in my heart to win,
So yeah, I’m rapping now, let the hating begin!
I write my own records, write my own checks,
Wonder which will? which city I’m calling home next!
One thing I know for sure, one thing that’s mandatory,
I owe it all to God, I give him all the glory!

Shit!
The glory, give it to me!
oh, oh! [x3]
I’mma get my glory,
give it to me! [x2]