Cartier (feat. Elcamino)

4 views

Lyrics

Where we at?
 Blockworks
 Two-way, deuce, siete
 Big creature
 Let's get it
 I'm on a different type of time, whole hood call me Mr. 10:08
 Lay it out on the table, twist it down, then take it to the plate
 Turn that bag around, then hop right back on the interstate
 In and out of town, switchin' up more than my rental plates
 When they wore two hundred eighty-eight eight-balls
 In layman's terms, with the thirty-six by twenty-eight
 OG knew I was cool, back when I was yay tall
 Dumpin' off all these blues, it look like a nigga play ball
 From pitchin' base, I'm the one these niggas imitate
 Can teach a class on how to beat the glass, let me demonstrate
 Just had a blowout sale, it's time to liquidate
 The coke numbin' my tongue, I got expensive taste
 The G5 come with a fifth wheel like Elimidate
 It's concrete 'til they free all my guys behind them prison gates
 Was flippin' cakes while y'all niggas was playin' pencil breaks
 My main concern was waitin' for my turn, not what this brick'll take
 Cuz hit me, said he found a line on some good work
 What it's taken, I had to find out what it took first
 'Fore I can hand you this brick, learn how to cook first
 I always worked my damn wrist, and had some fancy footwork
 Fancy footwork
 I always worked my damn wrist and had some fancy footwork
 Fancy footwork
 Tap dancin' all on them bricks, I got foot work
 Yo, yo
 I used to put in mad work when only one nigga would ride for me
 I would've died for niggas, but only Mom Dukes would've died for me
 I used to tote the .30
 Now I got the big four-five with me (big four-five)
 They doubted me bad and I made 'em eat they apologies (hahaha)
 Just make sure you tell 'em I'm rich
 When you acknowledge me (tell 'em I'm rich)
 Shit, I really been that nigga, in all honesty, uh (keep it a buck)
 I switch whips as the climate change (skrrt)
 I keep a lil' bad bitch with good credit
 That look beyond the fame (she look beyond the fame)
 I used to cook dope in Prada frames (word)
 My bro taught me the game at an early age and let me just dominate
 That's how we operate, I want the money, not the fame (keep that)
 On the block, we used to sell cocaine (we used to sell cocaine)
 I want the money and the finer things
 (And the finer things, want the finer things)
 Rich, so we sip champagne (rich, baby)
 You can't find my shit up in the store 'cause it's sold out (uh)
 You can't find your bitch
 You know we bring the hoes out (where's your bitch?)
 I heard he told, man, he took the hoe route (took the hoe route)
 We don't go 'bout (go 'bout that)
 We don't know 'bout (what you know 'bout this nigga, man?)
 I want the money, not the fame (keep that)
 On the block, we used to sell cocaine (we used to sell cocaine)
 Why'd you move here?
 I dealt with unions, back in Detroit
 And politicians
 There was a bit of trouble
 Came here, for the magic dragon
 What kind of trouble?
 I killed Jimmy Hoffa
 Hahahahahahaha, hahahaha, ha
 Ah, fuck!
 

Audio Features

Song Details

Duration
03:47
Key
10
Tempo
105 BPM

Share

More Songs by Boldy James'

Albums by Boldy James'

Similar Songs