11 Homes - Kai Straw

Babe, I’m the man

Like I got a chain on the win

If someone got it, Imma take it from them

Like I got a blade in my hand

No, I’m never afraid of no man

I got Lois Lane in my bed

As we’re laying there naked, we said

In harmony, like you could see into my head

I wanna hear people say

«Oh, how did them two get so far on their own?»

I wanna hear people say, «Wha?!»

Outside of our Bentley that’s tinted so they can’t see us

I wanna hear people say, «Woah»

When they see our paychecks 'n all them zeroes

I wanna hear people say, «Wha?!»

When they see what we become

I wanna live like Caesar

Got eleven homes, one in Rome

Baby, like Caesar

Got eleven homes, one in Rome

I wanna live like Caesar

Got eleven homes, one in Rome

Baby, like Caesar

Got eleven homes, one in Rome

Babe, we gonna win

Like I — ah — paid off the ref

No one can stop us

Got a spade in the hand

We’ll get the ace in the deck

Oh, I can feel it there’s a change in the wind

Oh, I can see it, nothing’s cagin' us in

We gonna make it, baby

I’ve tasted it when you’ve placed your lips on my own

Like they’re laced with a kindling made to spark my soul

I wanna hear people say

«Oh, how did them two get so far on their own?»

I wanna hear people say, «Wha?!»

Outside of our Bentley that’s tinted so they can’t see us

I wanna hear people say, «Woah»

When they see our paychecks 'n all them zeroes

I wanna hear people say —

I wanna live like Caesar

Got eleven homes, one in Rome

Baby, like Caesar

Got eleven homes, one in Rome

I wanna live like Caesar

Got eleven homes, one in Rome

Baby, like Caesar

Got eleven homes, one in Rome

There will be one in New York

Another in Paris, baby

You’ll see the Champs-Elysées

But you got your hair done, in Spain

And we’re having one in the Galapagos

To get out of the rain, it ain’t August but

We’ll make our own weather by copping us one

Wherever the sun wanna run

Then one on the coast

Of Rome and then Tokyo, maybe

We can hear sounds from the beach

From under our sheets, naked

But no matter where we calling home today

I’ll hold you tight like you’re my poker hand

'Cause I don’t think there’s a king making a chip

Without his queen on his hip

We gonna live like we’re Caesar

Got eleven homes

Like Caesar, Caesar

Got eleven homes

Like Caesar