Jay Worthy - Ragtop Riches (feat. Kamaiyah, Harry Fraud, DRAM) lyrics

On the highway, dippin' on the flyway
Tippin' it was Friday, I was on my high shit
Sippin' sittin' sideways, slidin' in my ragtop
Listen to the OJs, we could cry together baby
All the way to Sunday, put on a one way
Hopin' maybe one day, we'll hit the jackpot
And bubble like the water that be sittin' in a crackpot
Happy that I chose another route and not a mass block
But we was punchin', that was like a motherfuckin' time clock
Wake her ass up in the evening like a vampire
Hit the blade, lurkin' for a hotta pot
Go ho for higher, and then I, and then I, and then I
Screech these Michelin tires, blarin' out the 50
You hear an earth windin' fire on Rick James, bitch, what?
That fire and desire, she left that scent right on the curb
And now we ridin', put it on the plane to Waikiki, we in the islands

She said it warms her up when I'm so cold-hearted
She said it gives her motivation to go harder
Gotta make her way more money than her own father
That's why she call me daddy
Runnin' like four tires on the avenue
Stackin' like CDs, it's all collectibles
The way she sit up in them jeans, so delectable
And every time we step out, we make a spectacle

Every time we step out, we causin' a spectacle
Show me that you're rectable, show me that you're respectable
Are you intellectual? Got it, and are you ethical?
You highly flexible, vibin' up on my sectional
You got the body of a goddess, you got it
Gucci heels and stockings, no sense in bein' modest
I'm just bein' honest, baby, what's your optics?
You in the sexual shit, are you erotic?
Baby, tell me somethin'
Tell me, baby, are you into hustlin'?
Are you just be frontin'?
Red bottom heels you can stomp in
Louis bag rockin' just for lunches
Hey, who's your sponsor?
What you offer?
Is he a lawyer or a doctor?
He got you locked down?
Are you knocked up?
Is it strictly transactional and not love?

She said it warms her up when I'm so cold-hearted
She said it gives her motivation to go harder
Gotta make her way more money than her own father
That's why she call me daddy
We rollin' like four tires on the avenue
Stackin' like CDs, it's all collectibles
The way she sit up in them jeans, so delectable
And every time we step out, we make a spectacle
Ayy