Cartier (feat. Elcamino)

Where we at? Blockworks Two-way, deuce, siete Big creature Let's get it I'm on a different type of time, whole hood call me Mr. 10:08 Lay it out on the table, twist it down, then take it to the plate Turn that bag around, then hop right back on the interstate In and out of town, switchin' up more than my rental plates When they wore two hundred eighty-eight eight-balls In layman's terms, with the thirty-six by twenty-eight OG knew I was cool, back when I was yay tall Dumpin' off all these blues, it look like a nigga play ball From pitchin' base, I'm the one these niggas imitate Can teach a class on how to beat the glass, let me demonstrate Just had a blowout sale, it's time to liquidate The coke numbin' my tongue, I got expensive taste The G5 come with a fifth wheel like Elimidate It's concrete 'til they free all my guys behind them prison gates Was flippin' cakes while y'all niggas was playin' pencil breaks My main concern was waitin' for my turn, not what this brick'll take Cuz hit me, said he found a line on some good work What it's taken, I had to find out what it took first 'Fore I can hand you this brick, learn how to cook first I always worked my damn wrist, and had some fancy footwork Fancy footwork I always worked my damn wrist and had some fancy footwork Fancy footwork Tap dancin' all on them bricks, I got foot work Yo, yo I used to put in mad work when only one nigga would ride for me I would've died for niggas, but only Mom Dukes would've died for me I used to tote the .30 Now I got the big four-five with me (big four-five) They doubted me bad and I made 'em eat they apologies (hahaha) Just make sure you tell 'em I'm rich When you acknowledge me (tell 'em I'm rich) Shit, I really been that nigga, in all honesty, uh (keep it a buck) I switch whips as the climate change (skrrt) I keep a lil' bad bitch with good credit That look beyond the fame (she look beyond the fame) I used to cook dope in Prada frames (word) My bro taught me the game at an early age and let me just dominate That's how we operate, I want the money, not the fame (keep that) On the block, we used to sell cocaine (we used to sell cocaine) I want the money and the finer things (And the finer things, want the finer things) Rich, so we sip champagne (rich, baby) You can't find my shit up in the store 'cause it's sold out (uh) You can't find your bitch You know we bring the hoes out (where's your bitch?) I heard he told, man, he took the hoe route (took the hoe route) We don't go 'bout (go 'bout that) We don't know 'bout (what you know 'bout this nigga, man?) I want the money, not the fame (keep that) On the block, we used to sell cocaine (we used to sell cocaine) Why'd you move here? I dealt with unions, back in Detroit And politicians There was a bit of trouble Came here, for the magic dragon What kind of trouble? I killed Jimmy Hoffa Hahahahahahaha, hahahaha, ha Ah, fuck!