Elcamino - Walking on Water lyrics
[Elcamino - Walking on Water lyrics]
I'm glad cool king is in the building
I mean you know
I'm just going with you look
Get that right there get me right here
I got fiends selling their stamps
On the millionth floor, Versace lamps
Doing big boy shit, my feet up up in the sand
Venice beach I'm greeting fans
We came from letting ninas blam
The block was so hot I caught
A heat stroke on speed boats
Jeans jacket and Gucci peacoats
We still got dough from Puerto Rico
Phone ringing up in the meeting
As long as I'm alive I bet we eating
It ain't a secret we rich
Used to play the corners hitting licks
Airforces, the whole kit
Call the coroner hit 82 degrees
I know niggas with degrees
And still sell dope
Could've been in the league
Played the corner til it bleed
The shit that I witnessed
You wouldn't believe
The shit that I witnessed
You wouldn't believe
The shit that I witnessed
You wouldn't believe
Quarter million dollar Vs in imported keys
The laid out crease, my maid she Vietnamese
She like to argue with my bitch from Queens
I'm built for Cuban links
Auntie shooting up front the seat
She nodded off before I could even blink
I had the 40 in my mink
Bad bitches trying to link
And wanna know if my spade bottle's pink
Russian creams and gelato weed
These hoes think I hit the lottery
These just results I'm turning one to two
S550s and Benz trucks when we coming through
Young rich niggas but the gun is too
Still hood I play my numbers too
Rest in peace to i rock my monies too (RIP)
We just your everyday drug dealers
I mean you know
I'm just going with you look
Get that right there get me right here
I got fiends selling their stamps
On the millionth floor, Versace lamps
Doing big boy shit, my feet up up in the sand
Venice beach I'm greeting fans
We came from letting ninas blam
The block was so hot I caught
A heat stroke on speed boats
Jeans jacket and Gucci peacoats
We still got dough from Puerto Rico
Phone ringing up in the meeting
As long as I'm alive I bet we eating
It ain't a secret we rich
Used to play the corners hitting licks
Airforces, the whole kit
Call the coroner hit 82 degrees
I know niggas with degrees
And still sell dope
Could've been in the league
Played the corner til it bleed
The shit that I witnessed
You wouldn't believe
The shit that I witnessed
You wouldn't believe
The shit that I witnessed
You wouldn't believe
Quarter million dollar Vs in imported keys
The laid out crease, my maid she Vietnamese
She like to argue with my bitch from Queens
I'm built for Cuban links
Auntie shooting up front the seat
She nodded off before I could even blink
I had the 40 in my mink
Bad bitches trying to link
And wanna know if my spade bottle's pink
Russian creams and gelato weed
These hoes think I hit the lottery
These just results I'm turning one to two
S550s and Benz trucks when we coming through
Young rich niggas but the gun is too
Still hood I play my numbers too
Rest in peace to i rock my monies too (RIP)
We just your everyday drug dealers