Coast 2 Coast

Lyrics

Yeah, my nigga Fuse from 808 Mafia
 808 Mafia
 My hotel room got a basketball court in it
 It's easy to tell who gettin' money and who isn't
 The flow exquisite, you ain't know it, ho, I been the shiznit
 What's up with it, ask yo' girl, she done been here before
 And I done changed the whole world, she still in love with it
 Though I've long played my watch for all that weed and smoke, then I forgot her
 At the bottom improving our products so we top them records
 We set the last time that we dropped somethin'
 I'm in the car lot, drop top huntin'
 I think I spotted one, the doors up, lifted V12 hummin'
 As fine as my woman
 Told the dealer keep the duffel and the 300 large I used for stuffin' 'cause it's nothin'
 My hotel room got a basketball court in it
 It's easy to tell who gettin' money and who isn't
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 Drivin' a Rolls-Royce with the solar system in the ceiling
 VVSs in the pendant, all my neighbors think I'm dealin'
 (All my neighbors think I'm dealin')
 Only real billionaires know the feelin', know we in here
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (La-da, la-da, la-da)
 East side (La-da, la-da, la-da)
 Uh
 Envious enemies crawlin' like centipedes
 Infiltrate the infrastructure with jealousy and greed
 This only impedes, the process will never succeed
 Until we all on the same page in them streets
 The colder them Gs, them books I'ma never read
 Because Decembers we communicate on one's they've never seen
 Like hieroglyphics, we get high and kick it
 The creative prolifics, street educated and gifted
 Don't get it twisted, get the issue clear as crystal
 Top soft as tissue, convertible coupes in front the venue
 And we were just at the steakhouse, ballin' out
 Feastin' off a secret menu
 Godfather for insults, the saga continues
 We go harder than them other fools who sold they souls for views
 Always come through with everything new
 Unless it's old on purpose, know I keep them Chevy's swervin' fool
 Every loss was a blessin', yes
 A lesson that I learned from
 Observed the amount of power in them words I slung
 Looseleaf paper makin' origami birds, that's my word, son
 My hotel room got a basketball court in it
 It's easy to tell who gettin' money and who isn't
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:09
Key
10
Tempo
108 BPM

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