Celine Shades

Lyrics

[Intro] Celine shades (Fresh on the Beat, so you know that shit slaps) [Verse 1] Uh, Celine shades, I just bought my chick a Celine bag She told me she love me, I said, "You don't mean that" Faeva Afta Bread, man, you know that I mean F.A.B.​ She tried to lay me down, told her, "I ain't a bean bag" Louis on, baby, and they cost fifteen [?][0:22] since I was sixteen The dopest 'round here when I spit sixteens I'm like Joe Montana every sweet sixteen Oh, my old-school clean and the paint on wet Oh, I just hit Carl, man, dropped fifty on the neck Oh, man, them boys ain't shot nothin', they dropped fifty on the net The white Clark over the middle, girl, this the catch Oh, baby, I'ma hump like, "Uh" Oh, I'll pass on the pearl if she drunk I never sweat the pussy, Pepé Le Pew the skunk In a school full of players I'll never flunk [Chorus] I'm in that old-school car, just bumpin' to bump Got the top down, baby, with the thump in the trunk Police pulled up, said, "Enough is enough" I said, "Okay," pulled off, I turned it back up I like my music loud, I make my people proud When they see me in my car, they can't help but smile The engine sound good and the paint is wet I'm a player, baby, and don't you forget [Verse 2] Game, game, that's all I spit I mean, cheesy macaroni, that's all I get I put gold thangs on all my whips Throw you thirty grams on all my zips Them extra twos for you, go do what you do I'm a rockstar, movie star, movies to shoot Might hit the hot tubs and jacuzzis for two Oh, it's Gucci for me, it's Louis for you In my shades I can see real clear One eye on the road, one eye on the rear The sun hit my Rollie, it be hard to steer Drivin' home at night, I think I hit me a deer I told her, "Meet me at the bar, we could have a beer" We could hop on a plane, or we could take the Lear' Front row, Fabby baby never sit in the rear I'm the dopest rapper with the dopest engineer [Chorus] I'm in that old-school car, just bumpin' to bump Got the top down, baby, with the thump in the trunk Police pulled up, said, "Enough is enough" I said, "Okay," pulled off, I turned it back up I like my music loud, I make my people proud When they see me in my car, they can't help but smile The engine sound good and the paint is wet I'm a player, baby, and don't you forget [Verse 3] Music cut up, when I slide, I dip Northside, baby, my side, I trip Blues in my pocket like I'm sidin' with crips Bottoms on my feet like a SuWu pimp Fashion week in Paris, I was walkin' the rope I don't do the local things, I be talkin' the globe Put my speaker phone on when I'm all on the mode I 'member when my mama used to ride in the Probe Now that's Lamborghinis and Maseratis If I'm not on the list, I won't go to the party Big diamonds all on my wrist Big Birkin bags for all my chicks European names on all my kicks Dope Era, baby, on all my fits Smellin' real good steppin' out of the store Lookin' like a human walkin' fashion show [Chorus] I'm in that old-school car, just bumpin' to bump Got the top down, baby, with the thump in the trunk Police pulled up, said, "Enough is enough" I said, "Okay," pulled off, I turned it back up I like my music loud, I make my people proud When they see me in my car, they can't help but smile The engine sound good and the paint is wet I'm a player, baby, and don't you forget