Sports Cars Jim Jones (Ft. Curren$y)
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[Intro: Jim Jones]
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
[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
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
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
[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
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
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