Moor Money ft. GTO Lyrics

This that switch the Cressida to that alpina

This that shit with cantero mixed in semia

This that copping whips inside of SEMA

This that never forget Abner Luima

We out in Myrtle Beach listening to concerto suite

Tuna tartare and bottles of Chateau Lafite

Personal shopper, I ain't seen a mall in weeks

Silk robe from Morocco to compliment the satin sheets

With all my chains on, I feel amazeon

Ain't no father to my style, that's word to Ason

With quilted leather, the comfort better

Down in Fairfax, counting Vermont Cheddar

Cooking crack right next to the vermicelli

This for my hustlers that copped every Pelle

So much fish scale, I swear I saw a double rainbow

Even with all this heat, I'm still goin' after Wayne Grove

Bitch

Put the off-road tires on the Cayenne

Nigga this is what it sound like when a eagle flying

Fucking in my sneaky link in Fort Tryon

Then sliding down to Buddakan for four-course dining

Man, watching the waves crash on the shoreline

I wasn't getting accurate results, so I put in more grind

You gotta earn respect round these parts, I never bought mine

The first one on location dawg, when it's call time

Look, I meditate and let the sun hit me

But still keep the gun with me

Cyphers by the bathroom in the Whitney, man

At the Standard, my spa attendant speaking Spanish

Said she was Spaniard, a quick massage and then we vanished

Got it on camera, I'm still learning from lessons that life taught me

I don't like light conversation or light coffee

I'm cutting people off, I don't care what it might cost me

Cause having bad company can tend to be quite costly, nigga