Scrapin Tha Corner

Lyrics

[Intro] Gold thangs, scrapin' up the corner Never ride without it, so you better keep it on ya Suckers steady hatin' on the player, not the game Bitches want some dick, there's some things you cannot change [Chorus] Gold thangs, scrapin' up the corner Never ride without it so you better keep it on ya Suckers steady hatin' on the player, not the game Bitches want some dick, there's some things you cannot change, uh Gold thangs, scrapin' up the corner Never ride without it so you better keep it on ya Suckers steady hatin' on the player, not the game Bitches want some dick, there's some things you cannot change, uh [Verse 1] Ayy, gold things cuttin' up the block, I'm on some larger shit Penny pinchin' bitches hangin' on my nuts to catch me slippin' Tippin' up my styrofoam, sip on my Fanta with a twist Light me up some sticky green and pour myself another fifth Jump up out my work and swing them dollars, bitch, I'm 'bout my funds Cashin' in a hundred bands, now watch me make this whole new one Rami take your plate and eat your food and leave you with the crumbs Mind my fitted, Rolex hittin', watch how this young player stunt Gold-white Lexus looking like it's an imported whip My money ain't no president, just some player who know some shit I'm the ace of spades, I promise you won't taste nothin this crisp How you wanting wars, but you too scared to take any risk? [Chorus] Gold thangs, scrapin' up the corner Never ride without it so you better keep it on ya Suckers steady hatin' on the player, not the game Bitches want some dick, there's some things you cannot change, uh Gold thangs, scrapin' up the corner Never ride without it so you better keep it on ya Suckers steady hatin' on the player, not the game Bitches want some dick, there's some things you cannot change, uh [Verse 2] Purple Passion Escalade, natural oak wood grain steering wheels Fifty thousand in my pocket, Patek cold and platinum grills Gentle whips and in my cup, now, watch it, baby, don't you spill Spinnin' shit straight into gold, call me lil' Rami Rumpelstilt' I'm too magnificent, break me my off my dividends (My dividends) Hoping you can find a player like me, no equivalent Your bitch promiscuous, I'm fucking from distances You tell her you love her, but every night she come to me on some dirty malicious shit Ten thousand dollars in my garbage, it's just too much paper "Rami, where you get your fit? That's pimpin'," I got proper tailors Watch me make this hole in one, like everything in life, I ace it Midas touch, when you see Rami, next you know, I up in faces [Chorus] Gold thangs, scrapin' up the corner Never ride without it so you better keep it on ya Suckers steady hatin' on the player, not the game Bitches want some dick, there's some things you cannot change, uh Gold thangs, scrapin' up the corner Never ride without it so you better keep it on ya Suckers steady hatin' on the player, not the game Bitches want some dick, there's some things you cannot change, uh