| SAVEMONEY, hot still
|
| Nice car, don’t got deal
|
| Don’t got bread, just got whip
|
| That hot shit, them hot wheels
|
| Hot wire, no license mate
|
| Ridin' round with your license plate
|
| Tan color, that iced cake
|
| Same year as that '98
|
| Same ear that Mike Tyson ate
|
| Bitch comin', and the steamer gotta stop
|
| Hide and seekin' with the cops, middle finger to the opps
|
| And the Nina in the crotch, in the Beamer hella leanin'
|
| Lickin' whips from niggas tweakin' and then leave em in the lot
|
| And I hop in the top of the drop top convert, top off, ha
|
| In a four door Volvo screaming «fuck you, like, YOLO!» |
| Hol' up!
|
| (Vic: That shit’s dangerous, man, fuck that shit)
|
| Go ahead nigga hot wire that shit
|
| Come and bring it through the hood, stop by in that bitch
|
| If a nigga wanna go and stop riding that shit
|
| Leave it up the block, let the cops find that shit
|
| Little SAVEMONEY niggas not givin' no fucks
|
| Where the keys, lil nigga, gone give 'em on up
|
| Ridin' d’s, lil nigga, chrome shit on that truck
|
| Pretty please, my nigga, for a nigga get stuck
|
| When you… ridin' your steamer, uh
|
| I don’t know what you been told
|
| But ain’t nothin' better than stacking your cheddar
|
| In a broke down steamer that you done stole
|
| No air conditioning, too damn cold
|
| Go steal that whip and then do that blow
|
| Out here, still tippin', done flew that light
|
| That knife just to fixin' to cuchero
|
| Black mask and that crowbar
|
| That’s my whip, not yo car
|
| That’s my bitch, not yo broad
|
| Screaming «fuck the opps!», it be no law
|
| Two niggas in front, five bitches in back
|
| Seven niggas ridin' strapped in that candy Cadillac
|
| Sweet all in my scraper, in that steamer blowing vapor
|
| With a lining and a taper, saving paper, see you later
|
| So it’s duck sauce on them pigs nigga!
|
| Tricks out, so pimp nigga!
|
| No room for them simps wit cha
|
| Drop top with them tints dimmer
|
| Rollin' with the famo, it be massa and the Chano
|
| Pumping purple, tucking Camels
|
| Got the money on the panel
|
| Flippin' switchers, switchin' channels
|
| For the high speed chase
|
| But it’s power to the hemi when I sip V8
|
| Out chyeah
|
| Ridin' 'round, all up in my scrape, movin' that weight
|
| Tryna see that money I’mma make, m-move the decimal place
|
| If a hater talking shit, okay, bang
|
| Like a hurt leg, boy, you don’t wanna play
|
| You ain’t safe 'round here, don’t nobody got a cape
|
| And I’m ridin' round bright and early, ridin' dirty
|
| With that purple on me like a Vikings jersey
|
| Just checked my mirror, goddamn I’m perty
|
| So I’m all in my steamer like Stanley
|
| Passenger seat, eye candy
|
| Clean face, no acne, never catch me lacking
|
| Got it hidden in the back seat
|
| If you want it, come and get at me
|
| SAVEMONEY
|
| (break in song)
|
| Peep you, lame-lame ass nigga with a sweet coupe
|
| Creep through, no mask nigga, better keep cool
|
| Got five seconds 'fore a nigga crease you
|
| Hit a lick, now his whip be the steamer
|
| Low-low to the earth, so the cops can’t beam him
|
| Ain’t-ain't nobody seen him, in the chop shop schemin'
|
| Hopped out the phone booth, lil nigga hella gleamin'
|
| Rollin' and smokin' and smokin' and rollin'
|
| Got molly for bitches who get with the motion
|
| My niggas be holdin', yo niggas be foldin'
|
| I’m shooting with range, so hop out that Rover
|
| SAVEMONEY takeover, don’t think this shit kosher
|
| This handle’ll knock you straight out of your loafers
|
| My bitch, she the coldest, from over the border
|
| We got what you need, just tell me the order
|
| We makin' a quarter, b-bitch nigga posted up
|
| S-s-stole yo whip, he boxed it up
|
| Hundred blunts, donuts
|
| Nigga stole yo whip, did a hundred stunts
|
| Sold yo stereo for a hundred bucks
|
| Want beef? |
| Nigga call up a hundred guns
|
| I be chillin', smokin' stank, like a hundred bums
|
| Play rough, nigga, I will let this rumper? |
| hum
|
| Yeah
|
| (Steamer) |