Gran Turismo

[Intro: Curren$y] Scribble Scratch Records Andretti and Statik Selektah Pussy motherfucker, better guard your necklace Uh [Verse 1: Curren$y] Scribble Scratch Records, protect your necklace Gran Turismo specifications on the Lexus Playin' interstate 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 payin' 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 Dabbed up, spaced out, high as an asteroid belt Cadillac grill sizzlin', these niggas patty melt Runnin' up that money like a flight of steps Runnin' up that money like a flight of steps I had to say that line twice, make sure it all connect, yup, yup [Verse 2: Termanology] I stay whippin' a Lexus, different women, I'm reckless Makin' records with legends, takin' 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 asked KiKi if she love me, she told me she ridin' '67 Eleanor with the metal doors Heavy bread of course, gold shield like the Porsche Hit the switch on the air ride, it's land mines Ridin' through them hoods with colors and hand signs Now that's a don, they crowned 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 [Outro: Curren$y] Never talk to me 'bout payin' dues Yeah, yeah Just a trophy shelf Into wealth High as an astroid belt These niggas patty melt Runnin' up that money like a flight of steps, runnin'