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Chevys on switches Smoking weed in it, girl, don't post me in your pictures Yeah Uh Handing out styles like crack vials Hundreds in stacks, twenties in piles Handful 'ishing them motherfuckers out, pass 'em 'round Records hitting like missiles when we drop 'em down Condolences for innocent bystanders who was standing around Rover chocolate brown Tan leather seats, the sweet feature Feel like I bit into a Reese's Cup out the freezer Wearing looks from upcoming seasons Designer samples, one of one shit, they let me keep 'em Icecream sneakers match with my diamond pieces Diamond and dollars or the beepers Money roll tucked in my clothes, I conceal 'em They 'bout to make an attempt for my soul, I can feel 'em Like so many legends who been stole 'cause they genius My antennas up, be on defense is a must At the same time, running the score up for us That's what up, yeah I remember I used to stay many nights outside of my mom's house or outside in the neighborhood And just look at cars going by and, uh, kind of make believe in my mind that that's my next car coming here, this is my car Of course I didn't have a job, I didn't have the money to finance a car, but I always kept my mind occupied on the status symbol of a shiny automobile Aus Songtexte Mania