Ride Around Shining

Lyrics

[Chorus: Pusha T] All I want to do is ride around shinin' while I can afford it Plenty ice on my neck, so I don't get nauseous Float around in the greatest of Porsches Feel like a chuckwagon 'cause I'm on twelve horses And the three behind mine (Uh), they be the clique So much ice in they Rollies, they shit don't tick, man Winter through the summer (What?), care less what it cost me While I'm shoveling the snow, man, call me Frosty Lover [Verse 1: Pusha T] This for the hundred-thousand dollar kitted German drivers With big rims and low-pro tires Fuckin' with college bitches with innocent looks like Mýa Corrupt they mind, turn 'em to liars, I groom 'em well Dior whore, Christian Lacroix Keep guns stashed under the floorboard Enough to start World War Paradise in reaches, home next to beaches Hair pressed, blowin' in the wind, shit 'bout long as Jesus Hostilely speaks the gospel, so match this Pusha push John P. Kees with these sounds of crackness, uh The Black Martha Stewart, let me show you how to do it Break down pies to pieces, make cocaine quiches, uh Money piles high as my nieces Hefty bags full of cash, cars full of ass Rolex presidential, bitch, feel the glass [Chorus: Pusha T] All I want to do is ride around shinin' while I can afford it Plenty ice on my neck, so I don't get nauseous Float around in the greatest of Porsches Feel like a chuckwagon 'cause I'm on twelve horses And the three behind mine (Uh), they be the clique So much ice in they Rollies, they shit don't tick, man Winter through the summer (What?), care less what it cost me While I'm shoveling the snow, man, call me Frosty Lover [Verse 2: Ab-Liva] Hah, it's that look that astounds Life's a circus, I parade the six through these clowns The crown is vacant, I'm takin' the proper steps I'm takin' them Poppa steps, they prayin' for my downfall Is it the bling? The king, conquistador That my jeweler made the face blush on the Franck Muller The R shape peculiar, it's awesome, laying over dark skin Lookin' like arson when I park in the left, it's constant Minute hand is like Parkinson's You a fish where the sharks a-swim In that opaque linen with the odd-colored stitching V12 on the Modena, you can see the pistons HREs on it, mami, see it glisten When I— make all of her twist like Dickens It's feelin' like parts is missin' Top stole, push soul, gotta drive it like pole position 'til my soul is risen [Chorus: Pusha T] All I want to do is ride around shinin' while I can afford it Plenty ice on my neck, so I don't get nauseous Float around in the greatest of Porsches Feel like a chuckwagon 'cause I'm on twelve horses And the three behind mine (Uh), they be the clique So much ice in they Rollies, they shit don't tick, man Winter through the summer (What?), care less what it cost me While I'm shoveling the snow, man, call me Frosty Lover [Verse 3: Malice] Welcome to the world of Rollies VS diamonds and that fifty-thousand dollar showpiece got me shinin' First nigga holler, "Show me" Let that nine millimeter turn a fella ghostly Hell, I'll even grant amnesty to those who owe me You fuckin' faggots, you need to raise your glass and toast me Niggas can't figure the format for hustler criteria Not chrome, chrome rims with stallion insignia Listen, youngin, you've only just begun "You'll understand when you're older," said father to the son Who would've thought such riches stem from ill rhymes? Canary yellow diamonds size of yield signs, slow down And proceed with caution Carousel of horses with dual exhaustion, 'fess up Youngin, you'll always be next up Go against I, forever play catch-up, nigga [Chorus: Pusha T] All I want to do is ride around shinin' while I can afford it Plenty ice on my neck, so I don't get nauseous Float around in the greatest of Porsches Feel like a chuckwagon 'cause I'm on twelve horses And the three behind mine (Uh), they be the clique So much ice in they Rollies, they shit don't tick, man Winter through the summer (What?), care less what it cost me While I'm shoveling the snow, man, call me Frosty Lover