Heading To The Lot
[Bridge: Carmine]

I'm in a new wristwatch
They rather see me not
When the Crys' goes pop
They rather see you drop
They just window shop
We pulling tags off
And this shit don't stop
We're heading to the lot

[Verse 1: Carmine]

I need a new whip with two lips to put up on my dick
I need a new tech with a necklace that says "Rob me bitch"
I'm a fool lets just lose bets and blow money on new jets
I told mommy I'll do it, so I gotta get her a new Lexus
Ain't nothing coded, you can see me moving thru the city slowly
And I hardly give a fuck so fuck everything that you told me
And time is more important with a Presidential Rolex
Buy one for all my homies, remember this fucking moment
[Hook: Carmine]

We can lose are feelings through the ceiling
Got me feeling like a villain
When I pulled up in that blacked out thing
It ain't from dealing but I swear I did some things
And yea I look familiar but I swear I done changed
Baby, baby

[Bridge: Carmine]

I'm in a new wristwatch
They rather see me not
When the Crys' goes pop
They rather see you drop
They just window shop
We pulling tags off
And this shit don't stop
We're heading to the lot

[Verse 2: Carmine]

Like I'm supposed to do this, funny
It ain't about the money but it always does it for me
Cold weather got the engine running like a nose you blew it honey
Bet they're moods change like shoes when we get that Louie money
Red bottoms that booty money
Heated seats, baby we don't need receipts
Brand new jeans they still got the folded crease
Hold a cup baby let me your cheeks
I said, hold a cup baby, let me hold your cheeks
Squeeze me, are those Levi or Yves jeans?
You know Laurant? Sorry, I'm really faded this evening
We really made it this evening, got champagne and we fucking breathing
Pink bottles like Cam'Ron's closet
Just kids living out this weekend, weekend
Or this season, season
I ain't leaving, leaving
I'm the reason, reason
Why they need it, need it
Young mother fucker, shopping for Versace shit
Got me paying cash for everything that we said we'd probably get, so
[Hook: Carmine]

We can lose are feelings through the ceiling
Got me feeling like a villain
When I pulled up in that blacked out thing
It ain't from dealing but I swear I did some things
And yea I look familiar but I swear I done changed
Baby, baby

[Bridge: Carmine]

I'm in a new wristwatch
They rather see me not
When the Crys' goes pop
They rather see you drop
They just window shop
We pulling tags off
And this shit don't stop
We're heading to the lot