Jim Jones, Curren$y - Sports Cars lyrics
[Jim Jones, Curren$y - Sports Cars lyrics]
Dipset mighty Money Set
These are all the things that (Heatmakerz)
You gotta take into consideration
(Crack Music)
They may hate on you but that hate
Comes from a lot of love
Some niggas just wanna be like you
They just mad 'cause you gettin' it and
They would love to get it too, but
Uh, uh
Jealously and admiration run neck and neck
(Facts) man, these boys say they lit
But livin' check to check (That's crazy)
We on that big boy yacht
Come with an extra deck
I pump 'caine into my chambers
Lookin' extra wet (Water)
Say less, nigga, stay blessed (Facts)
I'm from Harlem
Where all we know is how to stay fresh
(Drippin') twenty years later
A few connects that I ain't paid yet
(Fuck it) and since a youngin
The old heads said I'm a straight threat
(yeah, it's me) in front the buildin'
The forty-five inside my gray sweats (Eh eh)
Where Uncle Cecil and Goldfinger was
In the gray Lex
My cousin Tye the first to show
The black and gray TEC i'm on the same shit
I keep a forty in my gray Teks
(You hear me?)
Some extra points won't cost me
So let bae sweat
And even checkers got kings
But I'd rather play chess (Now listen, dawg)
I jump a nigga, then I take over
I left the watch inside the
Beauty parlor for a makeover (Makeup)
Tell the kitties we tired of the play-play
Thirty in the 40
A hundred shots inside the AK (Add that up)
Shit, don't make me do the
Race just like I'm Tay-K
Don't make me do that race
Just like I'm Tay-K
Sports cars outside the crib
(Outside the crib)
Snipers on the roof, nigga, looky here
Different bitches
Different coupes through the years
(Through the years)
The proof that I'm the truth
Is that I'm still here (That I'm still here)
We riders, East Siders, wild drivers
I sent them young sliders 'round your block
Nigga, don't come out your house
You broke, homie
So my name should never come
Out of your mouth
The subject money and you don't
Know what you talkin' 'bout
Subtract dummies
My big homies love to take you out
You see lowriders front your bitch, bruh
She mine now
Jet Life, tattoos, show you what she 'bout
Moves made, nigga, we just tryna stay paid
You just tryna get laid
Me and you is not the same
Word to the bird, VVS's in the wings
I just stepped off the plane
In puddles of champagne
On another move, another album drop
Another tour done, another coupe to cop
Another helicopter landin' on the roof
I'm hoppin' out another strain
A nigga makin' a killin' off that pot
And it don't stop
No brakes on the Wraith and I'm gon' drive
Nigga, straight to the cake, another slice
Laid on the Gucci plate
Hella ice and more ice
Can't see the time or the date
Sports cars outside the crib
(Outside the crib)
Snipers on the roof, nigga, looky here
Different bitches
Different coupes through the years
(Through the years)
The proof that I'm the truth
Is that I'm still here (That I'm still here)
Listen
These are all the things that (Heatmakerz)
You gotta take into consideration
(Crack Music)
They may hate on you but that hate
Comes from a lot of love
Some niggas just wanna be like you
They just mad 'cause you gettin' it and
They would love to get it too, but
Uh, uh
Jealously and admiration run neck and neck
(Facts) man, these boys say they lit
But livin' check to check (That's crazy)
We on that big boy yacht
Come with an extra deck
I pump 'caine into my chambers
Lookin' extra wet (Water)
Say less, nigga, stay blessed (Facts)
I'm from Harlem
Where all we know is how to stay fresh
(Drippin') twenty years later
A few connects that I ain't paid yet
(Fuck it) and since a youngin
The old heads said I'm a straight threat
(yeah, it's me) in front the buildin'
The forty-five inside my gray sweats (Eh eh)
Where Uncle Cecil and Goldfinger was
In the gray Lex
My cousin Tye the first to show
The black and gray TEC i'm on the same shit
I keep a forty in my gray Teks
(You hear me?)
Some extra points won't cost me
So let bae sweat
And even checkers got kings
But I'd rather play chess (Now listen, dawg)
I jump a nigga, then I take over
I left the watch inside the
Beauty parlor for a makeover (Makeup)
Tell the kitties we tired of the play-play
Thirty in the 40
A hundred shots inside the AK (Add that up)
Shit, don't make me do the
Race just like I'm Tay-K
Don't make me do that race
Just like I'm Tay-K
Sports cars outside the crib
(Outside the crib)
Snipers on the roof, nigga, looky here
Different bitches
Different coupes through the years
(Through the years)
The proof that I'm the truth
Is that I'm still here (That I'm still here)
We riders, East Siders, wild drivers
I sent them young sliders 'round your block
Nigga, don't come out your house
You broke, homie
So my name should never come
Out of your mouth
The subject money and you don't
Know what you talkin' 'bout
Subtract dummies
My big homies love to take you out
You see lowriders front your bitch, bruh
She mine now
Jet Life, tattoos, show you what she 'bout
Moves made, nigga, we just tryna stay paid
You just tryna get laid
Me and you is not the same
Word to the bird, VVS's in the wings
I just stepped off the plane
In puddles of champagne
On another move, another album drop
Another tour done, another coupe to cop
Another helicopter landin' on the roof
I'm hoppin' out another strain
A nigga makin' a killin' off that pot
And it don't stop
No brakes on the Wraith and I'm gon' drive
Nigga, straight to the cake, another slice
Laid on the Gucci plate
Hella ice and more ice
Can't see the time or the date
Sports cars outside the crib
(Outside the crib)
Snipers on the roof, nigga, looky here
Different bitches
Different coupes through the years
(Through the years)
The proof that I'm the truth
Is that I'm still here (That I'm still here)
Listen