Sports Cars (feat. Curren$y)

Lyrics

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)
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Duration
03:21
Key
1
Tempo
162 BPM

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