I got a fuckin gold rope hanging round my neck
Gold Cadillac just to match the Rolex
Two or three rings every time I do my thing
The kid from 94 but the flow from 93
I had to take it back, back to the days
New white shirt, you could still see the crease
Pager on my hip, drugs by the key
Ghost-white limo, cocaine limousine
Different color syrups, different color weed
Your girlfriend love me cause I make her feel free
Whatever that mean, bitch, its okay
We could ride around all night, all day
Rollin up these blunts and blowin em to the breeze
See, I aint tryin to fuck, Im tryin to smoke, now roll up three
Now she say she high, say Im about to leave
Kiss up on the cheek, I grab the keys and hits the streets
Leather bucket seats, candy painted Chevy
Inside peanut butter, outside jelly
I got a fuckin gold rope hanging round my neck
Gold Cadillac just to match the Rolex
Two or three rings every time I do my thing
The kid from 94 but the flow from 93
I got a fuckin gold rope hanging round my neck
Gold Cadillac just to match the Rolex
Two or three rings every time I do my thing
The kid from 94 but the flow from