Action Bronson - Heel Toe lyrics

Yeah, Irv (huh?)
Put a thousand on the grey dog
(Which one, over there?)
I like that one (Alright)

Yo, the long trench wearer, money in my hand
I dare ya to come and take this
Find you in a basement naked
Plus it's rainin' she took a sniff
Now she dancin' like she Usher Raymond
See me swerving in the
Lincoln with the Daytons
Seat colors Sanaa Lathan
Kinda resembles fried bacon
I shoot at your crew
Put the spoon inside the Tiramisu
As I sat there looking cute in a suit
Shit I made it cool
To be yourself again without
Nobody helpin' em what is that velvet?
Yes it is baby, I'm a specialist
All these fuckin' demons that infest the kid
This be that shit that
Your grandfather's invested in
Dad's back, your new shit I had that
My new bitch is half black
Bimmer made the hatchback
I'm havin' flashbacks of razors
In the ass crack
Hundred thousand dollars all in ones
Inside the trash bag
A bunch of fiends, I'm havin' lunch in Queens
A lot of hundreds in my Dungarees
I'm at the garden sittin' Indian style
That means I'm on the floor
My skin is shinin' like it's Armor All
Freak bitches like a carnival
Bitch I stay on the boat just like a barnacle
I don't talk to no sons
So bring your father through
And I was born in December
Paint the Impala blue
Bitch it's gettin' cold, huh

She sniff blow, did the heel toe
Off the wheel of the de Ville
Then I peel slow for real though
I'm trying to get Shaquille dough
Huh, I'm just trying to get Shaquille dough

Hang out the window of my sports
Car I'm listenin' to Prince
Bitch from Berlin is blowin'
Me behind the tints doves cried
Then I let my nut fly in a sluts eye
Eyes still in the mirror lookin' for one time
When we were younger used to play in parks
Now my hunger got me drivin' European sharks
Lay in lofts
Paint the hall a light Chilean moss
Shit I stay on the porch
Lightin' a torch up like
Headlights on the Porsche
Tan coupin', work tanner than Cam Newton
Hand crafted Lands snoozin'
Susan, boufin' balloons in
Shorty from Oahaxa husband back in México
Cross this out his lock
Check came in it was $3500
Just on the stomach
Imagine what we spent on weapons
And I have our bitch draped up in leopard
Joints filled up with pepper
I'm straight from Queens mother fucker
What you reppin'

My bitch gallop like a tan deer
Stealin' outfit's? from the Tangiers
I been a man here so many damn years
You see that plane, it lands here
You see that drop, that's to drive me away
I'm wearin' cashmere
Pink champagne spillin' down the glass again
I swear just one more score
Baby we cashin' in
Me and money got a good rapport
I shot the cuban whore
Papi met his maker in the humidor
Dove off the boat with the briefcase
No police chase then I went and had
A cheesesteak from Ishkabibbles
Hit the sizzle, control the whip with one
Arm like Richard Kimble
Bitch I've been the symbol
Bitch I've been the symbol
Bitch I've been the symbol
Bitch I've been the symbol
Bitch I've been the symbol