Cutlass Cathedrals

Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah Yeah Hop out that shit in the middle of the street, nigga East side Uh (la música de Harry Fraud) Yeah I only play old music in my old car Countin' new money inside my old loft It was a rent to own I fell in love with the spot so I bought Throw them ninety inch TVs up on the wall My homie hooked up the surround sound and he hid the chords Did the surveillance so I could keep an eye on all my cars I went to Rozay crib, this nigga rich He got whips in garages organized by colors and shit I was inspired by this I went back to the grind for the first time in years I wrote raps on my flight Kicked it at my house that night, got crazy high Thinkin' 'bout how I could expand mine Put the team on the same page at the same time Then split up and close in on the game from all sides Crush them motherfuckers Dudes on mushrooms think they touch us without repercussions This work comes with somethin' I only play old music in my old car Countin' new money in my old loft I only play old music in my old car Countin' new money in my old loft I only play old music in my old car Countin' new money in my old loft I only play old music in my old car Countin' new money in my old loft Uh, I played the backseat last Saturday In the Rolls reminiscin' 'bout how I came up gradually Over time I prayed to God for it but he made me wait Had to condition my spirit so that it wouldn't break Now I'm hella straight Estate behind iron gates Havin' my cake and eatin' it too Sayin' grace Thankful for the food Chrome datin' is on my '62 Sunroof the fresh interior My engine tuned Sunday driver though I slide that bitch on Mondays too Everyday the same to you Once you touch enough loot I only play old music in my old car Countin' new money in my old loft