Cars, Clothes, Rose Gold

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Quilly] Rappin' like I'm trappin', it's gon' only make me richer Loadin' up the 30 and I give it to my hitter Funny how I'm winnin, I was losin' like the 6ers People prayin' that I give up but I never been a quitter Benji; my nigga, bank teller; my nigga In Saks Fifth, doin' the money dance cuz my bankroll a lil thicker Benz 600 but the shooters in a sprinter I already fucked the summer up, now I'm ready for the winter Streets cold, need to keep me warm; chinchilla Fiends walkin' to me like the Zombies that's in "Thriller" Everybody got a shooter but who really got a killa? Couple rappers doin' big, I'm just here to do it bigger Dam! [Hook: Quilly] Fuck swag, I rather be wavy Fuck the love, I'd rather you hate me Ball wit my niggas' right after my shows Cars, clothes, rose gold, whoa, whoa, whoa! [Verse 2: Quilly] 25 for a verse, name a rapper that can see me Wire me the money, you won't even get to meet me Funny how I'm wavy, they ain't like me, I was peasy Now I'm fresh up out of jail, my time was shorter than C-Breezy Got the streets on lock, I ain't givin' up the combo Rittenhouse Square, lookin' down from the condo Hatin' niggas' ain't wanna see me home like LeBron tho Lookin' at my presidential, finally my time hoe In the county trappin', Quilly really rappin' Fuckin' up the mike, I'm talkin' Tyson, Jordan, Jackson Just was lookin' at a 4-8, how did all this happen? Switchin' up my gears and I did it in a year, dam! [Hook: Quilly] Fuck swag, I rather be wavy Fuck the love, I'd rather you hate me Ball wit my niggas' right after my shows Cars, clothes, rose gold, whoa, whoa, whoa! [Verse 3: Quilly] Get up out the hood, I can see me now What did all that hatin get you? I'm on tv now Pull up on my enemies just to see em down Pull up on my old hoes just to see em frown Get it out the trap, watch them things float Get it off track; Usain Bolt I ain't jumpin' ship, this the same boat Moncler for the winter; watch me change coats Everybody won't make it, I might change friends Still got the same focus, never change plans A 100 hitters on "go" and they're all official Just a young hood nigga wit some rich issues, oh! [Hook: Quilly] Fuck swag, I rather be wavy Fuck the love, I'd rather you hate me Ball wit my niggas' right after my shows Cars, clothes, rose gold, whoa, whoa, whoa!