Razor blades, hundred dollar bills, clean mirrors, shit so raw Gas in these outer spacе coupes I’m above the law Uh, them niggas couldn’t afford a floormat in my car See somethin’ in ya, mama, we can make millions (Make it when you’re down) See-yeah, yeah, yeah mama, we can make millions (Make it when you’re down) I see somethin’ in ya (See somethin’ in ya, mama, we could make milliions) (Make it when you’re down) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah There’s a message for stretchin’ it to more On the dock rolling pressure, sending stocks to my competitors Raindrops in the bezel, my watch was under the weather I could smell, I ain’t gon’ smoke that bullshit that you tryna sell I could tell this project would be received well I pictured the listening session for it while I was still in here rhyming Get the champagne out the cooler ‘fore it freeze No picks and chooses, homie, they just gotta have it
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When it get late, them Uber drivers gon’ be cancellingĪnd the boys outside gon’ catch whoever lacking This the east side, you don’t wan’ get left here stranded Wasn’t just about to stand here, then we disappear She knew that I was the man here, this her chance here She was in a tennis skirt dirty dancing, in her Stan Smith If you can keep a secret, we can always kick it Yeah, keep the E in it, Chevys on switchesīaby, we smoking in it, don’t post me in your pictures I didn’t have the money to finance a car but I always kept my mind occupied on the status symbol of a shiny automobile
I remember I used to stay many nights outside of my mom’s house or outside in the neighborhood and just look at cars going by and kind of make believe in my mind that that’s my next car coming here. Like so many legends who be ’cause they geniusĪt the same time running the score up for us They ’bout to make an attempt for my soul, I can feel Money roll tucked in my clothes I conceal Ice cream sneakers match with my diamond pieces Rover chocolate brown, tan leather seats, the sweet featureįeel like I bit into a Reese’s Cup out the freezer Records hitting like missiles when we droppin’ downĬondolences for innocent bystanders who was standing around Handfuls dishing them motherfuckers out, pass around Read Other Lyrics By Artist ✍️ Correct Lyrics Paint the rings clean as my cousin color Supreme Straight game, twenty-thou’ wow for the Plain Jane Made the plastic fork break, with my hands, I still ateīut I want more, my appetite can’t be tamed I’m all about the cake, three slices on the plate I got a son too, fool, I can’t be playin’ around I don’t really be clubbin’, they gotta pay me to come in Stoned every time I rap, put New Orleans on the map You never seen these, these kicks is concepts (Uh)īlendin’ in with the track like the hi-hat You know the secret to success, be the motherfuckin’ bestįew of the realest motherfuckers alive, (Shh) I confess Old Harlem, pull up anywhere in my jewelry Like what’s happenin’? What’s shakin’? What’s goodie? To pull up on a scene off in Harlem, parlay with my New York fam, what’s poppin’? That a hustler could make it out the ship, got my family, bills paid, new crib Listening to Loose Ends, wanna take my coupe for a spin (Uh)Ĭheckin’ they makeup in my new rims (Ahaha) New Benz, few friends, couple girls I just flew in (Uh) Quit it, then I got you singin’ that you can’t go again Stack it up, when you save it, then you don’t spend it It was written, believe it or not, Ripley’s It’s a couple hundred million in this room right now, make room right now We burn in every spot we go, that’s our true lifestyle, our true lifestyle I need the smiles of my family when we paid, when this money ain’t a thing I know you order, fuck that cost, this check is mine I gotta grind, no need for clockin’, I know the time
My mama need a few more minks and some more karats Like a stove, back when it’s way too cold and we didn’t have it Got my pop this car that’s way too fire, spit flames That I could roll it up by the zip, now a nigga got pounds where I live I could make a hunnid bands off the flip, buy the buildings that we ran through as kids That a hustler could make it out the ship, got my family, bills paid, new crib This track by Wiz Khalifa, Big K.R.I.T., Girl Talk & Smoke DZA features Curren$y
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