Still Shinin' (feat. Paul Wall & Mike D.)

Yeah, Wednesday night we roll on 4's

Roll on 4's

Black alligator everywhere

Everywhere, that's right

They don't come out, you got to lift those doors

Lift those doors

Tell the valet don't close on me them hoes up in the air

In the air

I bump screw in my ride

Screw in my ride

A six in a Mountain Dew over crushed ice

Over crushed ice

One Deep without a crew, I'll be just fine

I'll be just fine

This ain't no 22, AR on my side

Side

Still shinin' like sunlight dipped in chrome

And I got a lot of money on my phone

If you ain't trying to pay me, leave me alone

Still grinding like brake pads gone bad

Trying to get my kids shit that I never had

You don't work, you don't eat, homie

Straight like that

Straight like that, trunk stay cracked, cake stay fat

Turn heads, but never turn my back

Turn my partner on the paper, that's a no brainer

Got a shooter on retainer, that's my disclaimer

Riding candy on 4's is the Texas tradition

I been all around the world on a Big Moe mission

Ain't no 401k, bro, it ain't no bitchin'

On a never-ending life quest to count up commission

And need I mention?

I never met a millionaire couch potato

Hard work on the agenda if you chasin' paper

Long as diamonds, still shining, I'll be trying to buy 'em

As long as Johnny make grills, I'll have a top and bottom

Fuck a bank, got a pocket full of Franks

They gon' put me in the grave with a sealed up pint

I pour up drank and roll up dank

All I know is get more bank and don't stop until I can't

Still shinin' baby

Still shinin' like sunlight dipped in chrome

And I got a lot of money on my phone

If you ain't trying to pay me, leave me alone

Still grinding like brake pads gone bad

Trying to get my kids shit that I never had

You don't work, you don't eat, homie

Straight like that

Uh-oh, guess who's biz-ack

Hot out the pot like A1 crack

Dope game over, blame Rother for that

Reincarnation of Pat and got the hood on my back

They say I went broke, it ain't a hope for the ****

Muhammed Ali, I rope-a-doped them ****

Ah, yeah, 'cause real Gs pay dues

You ain't never took a loss, you ain't never been a boss

Man for man, hand for hand, I went off for that soft

Got a line from amigo, and now I floss that Ross

Top down on the freeway, hater give me leeway

I do it how a G play

Sippin' on the Skeet Taste

See the skyline when you enter the city

Thirty floors up high, man, a hog done did it

I'm a baller, hold the biz-ack

Rollie tried to hold us down, but we ain't let them hold us back

Still

Still shinin' like sunlight dipped in chrome

And I got a lot of money on my phone

If you ain't trying to pay me, leave me alone

Still grinding like brake pads gone bad

Trying to get my kids shit that I never had

You don't work, you don't eat, homie

Straight like that