paroles de chanson Sports Cars - Curren$y , Jim Jones

Dipset
Mighty Money Set
These are all the things that
(Heatmakerz)
You gotta take into consideration (Crack Music)

They may hate on you but that hate comes from a lot of love
Some niggas just wanna be like you
They just mad 'cause you gettin' it
And they would love to get it too, but uh, uh

Jealously and admiration run neck and neck (facts)
Man, these boys say they lit but livin' check to check (that's crazy)
We on that big boy yacht, come with an extra deck
I pump 'caine into my chambers, lookin' extra wet (water)
Say less, nigga, stay blessed (facts)
I'm from Harlem, where all we know is how to stay fresh (drippin')
Twenty years later, a few connects that I ain't paid yet (fuck it)

And since a youngin
The old heads said I'm a straight threat (yeah, it's me)
In front the buildin', the forty-five inside my gray sweats (eh-eh)
Where Uncle Cecil and Goldfinger was in the gray Lex
My cousin Tye the first to show the black and gray TEC

I'm on the same shit, I keep a forty in my gray Teks (you hear me?)
Some extra points won't cost me, so let bae sweat
And even checkers got kings, but I'd rather play chess (now listen, dawg)
I jump a nigga, then I take over
I left the watch inside the beauty parlor for a makeover (makeup)

Tell the kitties we tired of the play-play
Thirty in the .40, a hundred shots inside the AK (add that up)
Shit, don't make me do the race just like I'm Tay-K
Don't make me do that race just like I'm Tay-K

Sports cars outside the crib (outside the crib)
Snipers on the roof, nigga, looky here
Different bitches, different coupes through the years (through the years)
The proof that I'm the truth is that I'm still here (that I'm still here)

We riders, East Siders, wild drivers
I sent them young sliders 'round your block
Nigga, don't come out your house
You broke, homie, so my name could never come out of your mouth
The subject money and you don't know what you talkin' 'bout
Subtract dummies, my big homies love to take you out
You see lowriders front your bitch, bruh, she mine now
Jet Life, tattoos, show you what she 'bout

Moves made, nigga, we just tryna stay paid
You just tryna get laid, me and you is not the same
Word to the bird, VVS's in the wings
I just stepped off the plane in puddles of champagne
On another move, another album drop
Another tour done, another coupe to cop
Another helicopter landin' on the roof, I'm hoppin' out
Another strain, a nigga makin' a killin' off that pot
And it don't stop

No brakes on the Wraith and I'm gon' drive
Nigga, straight to the cake, another slice
Laid on the Gucci plate, hella ice and more ice
Can't see the time or the date

Sports cars outside the crib (outside the crib)
Snipers on the roof, nigga, looky here
Different bitches, different coupes through the years (through the years)
The proof that I'm the truth is that I'm still here (that I'm still here)
Listen