Red Leather E

Look. Oh yeah, yeah, yeah. Worthy can get that. He the homie, Home from, yeah, yeah, yeah. He from up top, mm-hmm. Look, but I'ma get out for a pause. I'm over here, it's hot 'round here, huh? Ha. Meet me at-We ain't gonna stop the old, Uh, Black Frog. Well, alright. Yeah. At 3:35, not 3:37 or 3:42. Huh? What time? We ain't gonna stop. Right. Aw, damn, it's the two-stepper. You heffer always get seen with a new heffer. Red leather, cherry red paint in some good weather. Top down, when I put it up, then she Go down. Hoes down. It's the land what you thought, though. 'Bout to California full of potholes and 5-0. Hit Fig on some gold spokes. And I ain't tryna knock, but I could be Your folks. I'm too rich for that bitch who Still walk the stroll. I'm a millionaire, yes, That's for sure. And the zip code changed, now I'm 210. Like you thought that was Dylan in A 5.0. Like you thought you seen a ghost, Hit the metal, I'm ghost. And you know it's Westside like tools and folks. And you know we ride Chevys like tools and Volts. Pig. Yeah, what's up, man? Yeah. We ain't stop. Is that your Rolls Royce outside? Mm. Well, alright. Mm-hmm. Yeah. Ha. Oh, okay. Okay. And, and the, uh, and the, and the, Mm-hmm. We ain't gonna stop. Wow. You sure bring a lot of people around. Worthy with R. It's the burnout. London Drugs. Look. Out in NY tippin' through Saks Fifth. Couple bucks on me, handgun and a bad bitch. Grind 'til we mad rich. Niggas gon' ball just like the Mavericks. Full length, Fred at the forum just like Magic. I could turn one into two, this shit magic. Cigarette boats in Miami, this shit average. Countin' currency while I listen to Curren$y. Get rich or die tryin', Benz drivin' with urgency. Fifty million dollar estate house on the lake. Double lamb chops in front of the gate, State 48. Uh, she fuck around and left too soon, Didn't clean the plate. Now she callin', cryin', Talkin' 'bout how she made a mistake