10 Million Dollar Cribs

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[Intro] (Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas) [Verse] I'm thinkin' ten-million-dollar cribs, Prada kicks, Prada lid They used to come in suitcases every time I got 'em in (Yup) Thirty-one in each, sometimes thirty-two Call the crew, make some moves, later on, we sippin' Vu (You know) Whip say "Good afternoon" when I started it That chain and watch a starter kit, relax and stop startin' shit We ruthless, but seem innocent, my nigga, it's an art to this By the time you see my other side, you went too far to quit Seen so many snakes in my life that was mainly outsiders tryna force they way in Latchin' onto ventin' friends I remember when the goal was white buffs with tinted lens Cartier gave me a pair for free, to me, that shit was big Al Wissam gave me a coat, it's a trip, it was a gift Back in the day, I used to risk my whole life to get that shit (Crazy) Flippin' zips, takin' trips, whatever make my paper thick Kept a stick 'cause a lot of y'all was on some hatin' shit Probably why I don't fake kick it with fake niggas (Nah) I'd just rather make figures and eat steaks by lakes, nigga (Yup) Made some bad decisions, but it made me to a great nigga Now I'm only into peace and moves that make my safe bigger Dreams I had for myself had me in the way flippin' I was mixin' dog with the (Shh), while my tape mixin' Detroit is a hustler city, niggas get busy (Get money) Only thing I inherited was clio and a skizzy Plug opened his doors when I moved that first fifty (Fifty) When I needed help, motherfuckers tried to spin me Fuck 'em, did it myself, now they speak on me with envy Pissed they couldn't stop or slow a nigga down really (Haha) I got cameras 'round the crib now Watch your enemies, they look just like your friends now Folks'll watch your page more than they watch they kids now As a kid, I rode the bus, I'm in the Benz now (Boy) I'm from the block, I got Dom P in my fridge now (Dom) You see this watch, it cost 10K times ten now Okay, you bullshitted enough, it's time to win now Them habits that just fuck you up, it's time to end now (Get to it), yeah I'm havin' shit, wifey got a Patek wrist (Yeah) Kids used to lavish shit, I'm never on no lackin' shit (Never) Cloudy-ass diamonds on, ayy, y'all, who mans is this? (Fuck is this?) When you was droolin' on your mama couch, I was on my third mansion, bitch You know I am just rappin', don't believe it? Oh, well I'm 'bout to get my back rubbed, enjoy your lil' 'bow sale (Enjoy that) Bad bitch, her nails match her bag and her toenails I'm on a date, quarter-million on, I hope it go well
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- Writers
- Payroll Giovanni
- Reuel