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