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letra de drive slow - cubez

dreaming of everything
i keep an eye on my future cause i’m a winner
i woke up this morning and looked in the mirror and i spotted my potential

i was the first one, in my age group, in a a6, with the slap
hotboxin’ on a back
had it imma get it back, ugh
praying on a phantom, wishin’ i was in a bentley, floatin’ continental
back when the bills started comin’ in, baby i could barely even ‘ford a rental
i could go mental just thinking about it, all of the sh-t me and my momma went through
just know that my time, came so the times changed, eating steak and living presidential man

i done lеarned a couple things off thesе fake rappers, talkin’ cookin’ crack
i got a new scale for this work, movin all these notes up and down the track
i been a mack, rollin’ up good weed, tryna hustle off a couple racks
i’m tryna stack it up in my account, flip it up
wait and watch it double back

from the fools gold to the new clothes
pretty b-tches all up in my business
from the wee ounces to the big house
we was schemin’ over big amounts
f-ck a couple grand, we want a hunnid thousand
in a rubber band, do it 20 times
i be signin’ checks on the dotted line
blink and all i see is dollar signs
from the nine-five to the 94
we ain’t ridin’ on the bus no more
we was itchin’ for it since a tippy toe
hunnid bottles by the liquor store
see i’m sitting low, i be tippin’ slow
watch me work the wheel when i hit the road
if i hop a curb, i might spill a fo’
if i hop a curb, i might spill a fo’
get some candy paint by the candy shop
buzzin’ sorta like i’m fizzy pop
need another car, i need another watch
moving momma to another spot
she need green grass and pink jag
with the roof gone and the seating heated
cop a library, just for her to read in
every single thang european, man
four rings on the grill, why the f-ck you think they call it audi music?
we be like 40 cars deep, foreigns back to back, bumpin’ and ridin’ to it, yeah
we schemin’ on mansions, filling the stands up, yeah
countin’ my bands up, smokin my cancer, man

i done learned a couple things off these fake rappers, talkin’ cookin’ crack
i got a new scale for this work, movin all these notes up and down the track
i been a mack, rollin’ up good weed, tryna hustle off a couple racks
i’m tryna stack it up in my account, flip it up
wait and watch it double back
from the fools gold to the new clothes
pretty b-tches all up in my business
from the wee ounces to the big house
we was schemin’ over big amounts
f-ck a couple grand, we want a hunnid thousand
in a rubber band, do it 20 times
i be signin’ checks on the dotted line
blink and all i see is dollar signs
dollar signs, yeah, yeah
blink and all i see is dollar signs
dollar signs, yeah, yeah
blink and all i see is dollar signs
dollar signs, yeah, yeah
blink and all i see is dollar signs
dollar signs, yeah, yeah
blink and all i see is dollar signs

- cubez

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