Cars, Clothes, Cribs Lyrics

Cars, clothes, cribs; I need all of it

Pronto, quick, anything that I want

I go get, don't try to tell me nun

You don't know shit

I'm rollin' up blunts plus spliffs

Ten down and I'm still not done yet

Who the highest in the room? I'm suspect

Tryna drink sum, dawg, where my cup at?

Look, the radio station don't give me no play

Fuck 'em, been on my own since back in the day

And trust, I'm still out here livin' it up

I'm getting paper every day, I'm tryna get me a buck

They know the deal like that dude with a bald head

Who stand on stage and hand out a whole lotta bread

I'm getting paid, Monday to Sunday, money get made

I gotta take this shit to the bank, but it stank

Dirty money, washing it clean

Get a house on the lake so I can make sure no one bothering me

Im so fly, yeah I prolly got wings

And so playa, one word I can make her jump outta them jeans

She ain't never heard nun like me, asked me if I'm the greatest

Turned around and told her 'bitch, do you breathe?

Is the sky blue? Is the U.S. dollar bill green?

Then there's yo answer then, hoe, so what the fuck do you mean?'

Cars, clothes, cribs; I need all of it

Pronto, quick, anything that I want

I go get, don't try to tell me nun

You don't know shit

I'm rollin' up blunts plus spliffs

Ten down and I'm still not done yet

Who the highest in the room? I'm suspect

Tryna drink sum, dawg, where my cup at?

Yeah, big money in my pocket, tryna get it

I got six hundred that's due for the rent, shit

But it's already spent by the end of the month

Food runnin' low in the fridge, I ain't got shit but a blunt

This shit different, I must've somehow gotten accustomed

To not having it, now I need it, I'm seein' it clearly

Don't know how many times I done said I need me a millie

But more than once tho, why you think I'm tryna run it up fo'?

I never been the one to go and buy a chain, 'cause who am I?

To know I'm broke but have 'em think I'm fly

I see that typa shit and swear to God

If my son end up like y'all, Imma fuck around and have to end it all

I gotta grind cause I can't fall off

I ain't tryna be another rapper who only gets lost to the cause

Prolly do this 'till the day I grow old

Everybody know I'm making hot shit like what you find on the stove, let's go

Cars, clothes, cribs; I need all of it

Pronto, quick, anything that I want

I go get, don't try to tell me nun

You don't know shit

I'm rollin' up blunts plus spliffs

Ten down and I'm still not done yet

Who the highest in the room? I'm suspect

Tryna drink sum, dawg, where my cup at