Drive

Curren$y & Styles P & Young Roddy - Rap
Drive
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Duration: 3:44
Lyrics
[Verse 1: Curren$y] Dirty ashtrays, empty bottles of champagne Tryna find my way in this maze, which is the game Bitches and gold chains, pistols and diamond rings More than my fair share seen, been on the scene since I seen Niggas make green, used my common sense, it seemed hella easy But it took a grip a time, pimp, believe me Just wanted to make moves while my dudes was still alive to see me Do it like I was doin it for TV Me and 2 Chainz blew hella trees, take your Maserati Hot as I set em' down on Chevy seats, love, you dealin' wit a G Your club for audio drugs, sixteen bars is a key One mixtape is a whole barge, load it down with that sneeze We record it, we float it in, it's movin' in them streets The monumental movement got that music for the fiends Be cautious, this boss shit, be mindful when you speak Gotta read between them lines to find whats hidden in these beats [Chorus: Curren$y] It ain't what you wear, it's what you drive It ain't what you drive, it's where you park It ain't where you park, it's where you live It ain't where you live, it's how you died It's either how you died or who you killed, nigga, yeah It ain't what you wear, it's what you drive It ain't what you drive, it's where you park It ain't where you park, it's where you live It ain't where you live, it's how you died It's either how you died or who you killed, yeah [Verse 2: Young Roddy] I used to be that nigga stealin' bicycles Young fly nigga, til' I die I stay live nigga So stressed out I used to blaze 'til my eyes little Hella high pimpin' on the corner with them wild niggas Get rich or die tryin' I got that feelin' I'm so close to a million, and the Lord is my witness I swear to God I love her, I'm just bad with commitment That simply, we smoke 'til them sandwich bags empty I burn a joint with Jaz, he talked religion And I ain't attend church in a minute, Lord knows I need to hear this But I been like a pilot, plottin' on my paper mission My hustle game official, I used to hoop like Penny Was flat broke, no pennies, had henney in my system Big money on my mental, her ass fat as a hippo Girl watchu' tryna' get into From a rental, to a hoopty, to a Benzo my nigga Oww [Chorus: Curren$y] It ain't what you wear, it's what you drive It ain't what you drive, it's where you park It ain't where you park, it's where you live It ain't where you live, it's how you died It's either how you died or who you killed, nigga, yeah It ain't what you wear, it's what you drive It ain't what you drive, it's where you park It ain't where you park, it's where you live It ain't where you live, it's how you died It's either how you died or who you killed [Verse 3: Styles P] It's either how you die or who you killed Where I'm from, niggas tryna move them pills Niggas push them wheels, one shot pop in the gills If you rappin' then I hope you get a deal Nigga, if its where you live, I'm in the Ritz In a mansion upstate, I'm the shit If it's where you park, I don't park - valet parks for me Team full of shooters on the block that'll spark for me It ain't what you drive I get drove Nigga I'm worldwide, across the globe It ain't what you wear if it was, nigga I wear Nike Polos and Jordans my whole life, and ice If you ask me it's what you smoke It it ain't strong get another dose Ghost - so be careful what you rep Salute to D-Block and the Jets, whattup [Chorus: Curren$y] It ain't what you wear, it's what you drive It ain't what you drive, it's where you park It ain't where you park, it's where you live It ain't where you live, it's how you died It's either how you died or who you killed, nigga, yeah It ain't what you wear, it's what you drive It ain't what you drive, it's where you park It ain't where you park, it's where you live It ain't where you live, it's how you died It's either how you died or who you killed, yeah
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Credits
- Writers
- DJ Toomp
- Styles P
- Young Roddy
- Curren$y