Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sunroof, artist - Curren$y.
Date of issue: 31.05.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sunroof |
Money in my bank account, money in my denim |
Money on these bitches' brains, they be tryna get it |
Tryna run my pockets but I’m not tryna hear it |
That’s mine baby what is you deaf, blind, crazy? |
That ain’t my Mercedes, that’s my homeboy Benz |
That’s too new for me, I’m so vintage loaf |
Cuban link, yellow gold, bought a British automobile |
Cause I watch Layer Cake too many times |
And I had access to too much of that scrilla mine |
Let me ride, these hoes got me feeling like Dre |
Chronic high, these blades got me feeling like UGK, coming down |
Middle finger out the sunroof, fuck a hater |
That’s a message, when a nigga ride through, I’m 'bout my paper |
These hoes got a nigga all confused, think I’ma save 'em |
They say that I’m them other dudes, got me mistaken |
It’s a whole 'nother world 'round here, a hundred baby |
These niggas stacking change but these niggas ain’t changing |
It’s a whole 'nother world 'round here, this shit amazing |
The word spreading fast and these bitches say I made it |
And nigga I’m still lane switching and pimpin' |
I’ll save a half a dub before I save her |
And that’s 'til I die, I be as G as can be |
Tell my mama when I go, bury me in a mink |
My bitch say I need to change my ways and be more honest |
I tell her ain’t nothing change but the change in your spot ain’t promised |
All these bitches at my neck, I don’t need an extra collar |
And lames can stay in they lane, causing traffic jams and pile ups |
So it’s Jets up over every, and them plans land in dally |
Three phones, still can’t reach me with that shit you tryna tell me |
Cause I vow to keep it trill, only focus on my mills |
I done blew niggas deals on wheels, ride past road kill |
Middle finger out the sunroof, fuck a hater |
That’s a message, when a nigga ride through, I’m 'bout my paper |
These hoes got a nigga all confused, think I’ma save 'em |
They say that I’m them other dudes, got me mistaken |
It’s a whole 'nother world 'round here, a hundred baby |
These niggas stacking change but these niggas ain’t changing |
It’s a whole 'nother world 'round here, this shit amazing |
The word spreading fast and these bitches say I made it |
I’m riding on elbows, money green El Do Rado I’m moving with 7 grams in my |
shell toes |
Thinking 'bout pinky rings, might snatch me a pair of those |
Pressed against my steering wheel, shining like a phantom grill |
Didn’t switch because I picked them chips up, I stayed real |
Short bed Chevy pickup on off set 3 piece wheels |
Muscle car maniac, wherever the bank be at |
We thinking 'bout taking that president masses potato sacks |
I’m puffing that danger pack, counting a paper stack |
Laying up in Palm Springs, working on my golf swing |
Smoked out, flying over the gulf, in a Gulf Stream |
Indulging in delicacies, Jet Life is a legacy |
Yea |
Middle finger out the sunroof, fuck a hater |
That’s a message, when a nigga ride through, I’m 'bout my paper |
These hoes got a nigga all confused, think I’ma save 'em |
They say that I’m them other dudes, got me mistaken |
It’s a whole 'nother world 'round here, a hundred baby |
These niggas stacking change but these niggas ain’t changing |
It’s a whole 'nother world 'round here, this shit amazing |
The word spreading fast and these bitches say I made it |