Regardless

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Fendi P] Cherry-red Carrera, chase dinero every second Tommy Buns runnin' Red lights in the Intrepid Big Daddy, cocaine, still ain't no half steppin' Still two guns, shoot first, no second guessin' A.I. With the left, Georgetown colored questions 'Fore the preacher man could bless me, I was checkin' the collections Usher passing out the plates, I was passin' out the testers Smart enough to play dumb, still could teach 'em all a lesson Professor, professional, diamond band dial Not spiritual, but lyrical, they askin' me to dumb it down Runnin' up some money now, right price they gone walk 'em down In this shit I'm like a faithful nigga, I ain't fuckin 'round ProTools, how I smoke fools , like Andretti pounds Pen like a extended clip, duck you hear that blucka sound Engine in my cutlass growl, I still got that hunger in me Gucci on my bucket hat, Fendi still be lame switchin' Money I be talkin', money on my line callin' I was doin' this so often, I just got so used to ballin' I was lit 'fore you was sparkin', endin' shit, ain't startin' Put these on the Forgies, man I do this shit regardless Paper touchin', no discussion, fuck a budget My AK was Russian, chop a nogga down like lumber Roll a blunt up, make it double, you gon' come up I beat the sun up, my Carrera for the summer [Chorus: Fendi P] I beat the sun up, my Carrera for the summer Put these on the Forgies, man I do this shit regardless I beat the sun up, my Carrera for the summer Put these on the Forgies, man I do this shit regardless [Verse 2: Curren$y] Butterflies on the flowers, yo' budget in my pocket Blow that on Hellcat Dodges, give 'em out to my patnas Jet Life the ones they watchin', they deny, but it's obvious Step back and think about it, where would they be without us Inspired by streetwear designers Some of your favourite rhymers, but we just chill and don't be talkin' 'bout it Well, not often, and that'the problem So humble that them fools don't think we really got it, time to stop it Two arms, four watches, drop-tops come out with every project C8, Z06, I numbers, and my alphabets L-O-X, Money, Power and Respect Through the vintage tape deck, 400 GS [Chorus: Fendi P] I beat the sun up, my Carrera for the summer Put these on the Forgies, man I do this shit regardless I beat the sun up, my Carrera for the summer Put these on the Forgies, man I do this shit regardless