Recaro Seats

Check
 I ain't never been to Cuba before
 But I got two around my neck
 Somethin' slight though
 Check, aye aye aye, aye aye
 Mane
 Dang
 Check
 Yea
 Aye aye aye, aye aye
 Black ASC, stock Recaro seats
 Now every time she see the ragtop she think of me (goddamn)
 Park it right next to the 'Vette for no reason
 Let her stay the night then dropped the bitch at Four Seasons (numbers)
 Every time I drop a new tape I cop new pieces (yeah)
 I don't even gotta do a show, I'm still eating
 I don't need shit from a bitch, but still keep it
 The beat make me wanna cop a rope and two beepers
 Quarter mill' spent on a whip and still feastin'
 Show my young niggas in the hood that they can get it
 I'm hittin' 150 down Bob Speedway
 Race the M6 on my way to John Daly
 I've been shopping at Trader Joe's crazy lately
 Cleaning my Rolex watching movies from the 80's
 I ain't rode my bike in a month, I've been craving
 Calculating every fucking cent I've been saving
 Man, Recaro Seats nigga
 These muhfuckin' heated
 Something slight, nigga
 Numbers
 Getaway whip, got it parked in Emeryville
 Five dollar white tee but I'm worth a mil'
 It's magic, roof disappear, Copperfield
 I'm sitting on my couch, negotiating deals
 It's money overseas, that's something that I need
 She's been tryna give me that since 2015 (off-top)
 Life of a Mack, thousand dollar lamps
 If it make sense nigga, go on and get the cash
 Gotta have a plan, take care the fam
 Make sure the tires on the whip wiped down
 Anything under ten thous' I just laugh
 You gotta understand, love, my time is valuable
 Never show your hand
 The bitch got you heartbroken, I'm counting up bands
 I gotta stay focused
 Views of the ocean, Louis V loafers
 Even when I ain't have nothing bitch, I wasn't hopeless
 What's happening
 Recaro seats, nigga
 Aye aye aye, aye aye aye
 Gahdamn
 Peanut butter seats nigga, something slight
 Numbers
 Good job Recaro
 
 Shit
 Mane
 Numbers
 Aye aye aye, aye aye aye