Scribble Scratch Records

Andretti and Statik Selektah

Pussy motherfucker, better guard your necklace

Scribble Scratch Records, protect your necklace

Gran Turismo specifications on the Lexus

Playin′ in estate games with those that never catch up

We in it for the long stretch, bruh, them niggas pressed, what?

Them bitches pressed, Spitta ain't fall off yet

How many more cars he gon′ get?

I think he just bought a jet

This is the life

Rap money plus them sugar babies

Wine loot to Vegas from me every night

Everything's going right, Rolex on my left arm all lights

Band facing bezel, aw fam, let me tell you

I walk through Hell, with gasoline shoes, fool

Don't ever talk to me about paying dues

My Ferarri collection heavy ′cause I buy awards for myself

My driveway display is really just a trophy shelf

I done well, turnin′ what I wrote into wealth

Dead dub, spaced out, high as an astroid belt

Cadillac grill sizzlin', these niggas patty melt

Running up that money like a flight of steps

Running up that money like a flight of steps

I had to say that line twice

Make sure it all connect, yup, yup

I stay whipping the Lexu

Different women, I′m reckless

Making records with legends,

Taking checks for my message

My hands glistening, man, listen, I'm ambitious

My plan different, competition is nonexistent

Let′s keep it real, my steering wheel is my realest homie

My wheels are chromey, I'm on the go but my children know me

My pinky ring is looking just like a wedding band

I′m getting bands, that's several grand, look at your man

Fuck a lunch, my brunch pussy and pancakes

My eyes red like the brakes, flakes up in my paint

Lap dances while I'm writing, my life is exciting

I ask KiKi if she love me, she told me she riding

′67 Eleanor with the metal doors

Heavy brother cords, go shell like the Porsche

Hit the switch on the air ride and slam mines

Riding through them hoods with colors and hand signs

Now that′s the don, they crown me for how I rap on songs

Google my catalog, thirty-five atom bombs

My pen fire, that's how I built me an empire

Mass′ legend, Reggie Lewis, Len Bias

Never talk to me 'bout paying dues

Yeah, yeah

Just a trophy shelf

Into wealth

High as an astroid belt

These niggas patty melt

Running up that money like a flight of steps, running