Sports Cars (feat. Curren$y)

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 could 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