Curren$y, DOM KENNEDY - Real Estates lyrics
[Curren$y, DOM KENNEDY - Real Estates lyrics]
This is revenge
Like when them Russians caught Alonzo
At the red light no bullets, just pens
No machine guns, just machine lipped rims
Yeah, I let my fitted sit high
Cause I am really on my grind, fool
And as the game rotate
And my name grows bigger
How many bitches want
Not many bitches won't
I know you think your bitches
Don't but I know what she did last summer
Scream for me when I touched her chevy man
Though lately had my eyes on the Cutlass
Fitna say fuck it, call Mousa
Tell him cop it, give it to my brother
Sticky trees I sit under, tryna stay cool
Big city lights hotter than a mothafucka
Tuesday I'm SoCal, Wednesday it's Calcutta
Socks up, stock rising
Kief Catcher Spitta grinding
Higher than my fitted riding
And if I showed you where I live
You would think that I was hiding
Can't call it a neighborhood
I ain't living by nobody
Applying for statehood
Make my footprint in geography
Spreading my monopoly
And plus nobody I know got killed
In New Orleans today, I got cash put
Away and some more on the way, yeah
Oceans in the back, Porsches in the front
This the life we want nigga
You only live it once
Uh, I let my fitted sit high
Cause I am really on mygrind
Yeah, I let my fitted sit high
Cause I am really on mygrind
Uh, player shit, you niggas still cuffin
If I wanted her back
Nigga I'd be still fuckin
Yeah, and I see niggas tryna rap like us
Watch the video, then try to act like us
I know we make this shit look easy
Do a show out in Brooklyn
When I just left the Easy
With my nigga Spit-Spitta, girls tryna get us
Tell her I be comin back
You best be doin all them sit ups
Don't take me to the airport cryin girl
Get up
She don't want me to leave when I'm wit her
I tell her I'm the nigga that she need
Not a needy ass nigga
The game don't get any realer
I just want the red outside
Black stripes like Thriller
I'm in Miami bumpin Trilla
I got dope on the low
But im not a dope dealer
The feds blockin like the Steelers
I let my fitted sit high
Cause I am really on my grind
Katt Williams flow
Bitch this pimpin all the time
You singin ass rap niggas simpin all the time
Fuckin up the game, niggas fuckin up my name
You don't want no money, just fame
They ask me how I'm doin
Shit I really can't complain
Sippin champagne
And tryin to get everything I want
Yellin oceans in the back
Porsches in the front
Uh, uh, I'm yellin
Oceans in the back, Porsches in the front
Yeah, yeah
Oceans in the back, Porsches in the front
Oceans in the back, Porsches in the front
Oceans in the back, Porsches in the uh
Like when them Russians caught Alonzo
At the red light no bullets, just pens
No machine guns, just machine lipped rims
Yeah, I let my fitted sit high
Cause I am really on my grind, fool
And as the game rotate
And my name grows bigger
How many bitches want
Not many bitches won't
I know you think your bitches
Don't but I know what she did last summer
Scream for me when I touched her chevy man
Though lately had my eyes on the Cutlass
Fitna say fuck it, call Mousa
Tell him cop it, give it to my brother
Sticky trees I sit under, tryna stay cool
Big city lights hotter than a mothafucka
Tuesday I'm SoCal, Wednesday it's Calcutta
Socks up, stock rising
Kief Catcher Spitta grinding
Higher than my fitted riding
And if I showed you where I live
You would think that I was hiding
Can't call it a neighborhood
I ain't living by nobody
Applying for statehood
Make my footprint in geography
Spreading my monopoly
And plus nobody I know got killed
In New Orleans today, I got cash put
Away and some more on the way, yeah
Oceans in the back, Porsches in the front
This the life we want nigga
You only live it once
Uh, I let my fitted sit high
Cause I am really on mygrind
Yeah, I let my fitted sit high
Cause I am really on mygrind
Uh, player shit, you niggas still cuffin
If I wanted her back
Nigga I'd be still fuckin
Yeah, and I see niggas tryna rap like us
Watch the video, then try to act like us
I know we make this shit look easy
Do a show out in Brooklyn
When I just left the Easy
With my nigga Spit-Spitta, girls tryna get us
Tell her I be comin back
You best be doin all them sit ups
Don't take me to the airport cryin girl
Get up
She don't want me to leave when I'm wit her
I tell her I'm the nigga that she need
Not a needy ass nigga
The game don't get any realer
I just want the red outside
Black stripes like Thriller
I'm in Miami bumpin Trilla
I got dope on the low
But im not a dope dealer
The feds blockin like the Steelers
I let my fitted sit high
Cause I am really on my grind
Katt Williams flow
Bitch this pimpin all the time
You singin ass rap niggas simpin all the time
Fuckin up the game, niggas fuckin up my name
You don't want no money, just fame
They ask me how I'm doin
Shit I really can't complain
Sippin champagne
And tryin to get everything I want
Yellin oceans in the back
Porsches in the front
Uh, uh, I'm yellin
Oceans in the back, Porsches in the front
Yeah, yeah
Oceans in the back, Porsches in the front
Oceans in the back, Porsches in the front
Oceans in the back, Porsches in the uh