The Finer Things
Ramirez
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(In my head, deep pockets, lil' bitch) They be like, "Who that? Who that?" It's the motherfucker with the strap Lay 'em down one by one if these suckers don't pay the tax (brra) I can never f*ck with a broke bitch Unless they bring the scratch (my nigga) Hoppin' out the '64, golden D's and the Kangol hat (uh, uh) There ain't no politickin' so don't you come my way Ain't no dealin' with bitches who can't even hold their own weight I'm like a lion in the jungle Better yet a gorilla My mind is twisted from all the bullshit that I done witnessed I never step foot out the crib Without my nine-millimeter (paw, paw) A dosage of paranoia 'cause partner, these streets will eat ya (brra) I done seen too many players fall victim up to the game Some forget that this is chess And not checkers so plot your way (uh, in the streets motherfucker) I used to dream 'bout the finer things Takin' my mama out the hood, whippin' wooden grains But now I'm whippin' on a new one every single day (big, big, big money) Pourin' the Ace of Spades, swimmin' in champagne, couple pinky rings I used to dream 'bout the finer things Takin' my mama out the hood, whippin' wooden grains But now I'm whippin' on a new one every single day Pourin' the Ace of Spades, swimmin' in champagne, couple pinky rings (brra) I'm on the move, sucker niggas thinkin' we cool (huh?) I'm gettin' money from Killa Cali to Baton Rouge Y'all can't even get on my level, you niggas minuscule Hangin' on my nutsack, cousin, you really pitiful (brra) I'm in the six trey, contemplatin' a payday Puffin' the ghetty green, put a bitch on like I'm Ray J You see this pimpin' but deep inside of my veins Cold-blooded young bitch breaker, keep a distance from these lames, uh I used to dream 'bout the finer things Takin' my mama out the hood, whippin' wooden grains But now I'm whippin' on a new one every single day (big, big, big money) Pourin' the Ace of Spades, swimmin' in champagne, couple pinky rings I used to dream 'bout the finer things Takin' my mama out the hood, whippin' wooden grains (big, big, big money, bitch) But now I'm whippin' on a new one every single day Pourin' the Ace of Spades, swimmin' in champagne, couple pinky rings (brra)
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