Lyrics WWW - Sts, Count Justice

WWW

All I know is women, weed and what to wear
Some people think I’m shallow, baby, I don’t care
We could talk politics and world affairs
I’d rather talk about purple haze and Damier
Cause' all I know is women, weed and what to wear
All I know is women, weed and what to wear
All I know is women, weed and what to wear
All I know is women, weed and what to wear
Make it look so nice don’t it
So fly that he couldn’t put a price on it
So hot make a nigga throw ice on it
My god make a nigga put Christ on it
Once the money came, I ain’t think twice on it
I got dressed to kill, I put my life on it
I be a player for life, I put my wife on it
Married to the game, nigga throw some rice on it
Damn, don’t it feel so fly
Why would haters want to kill my high
I just want to get her heels up high
Red bottoms to the ceilings, a little kill in the sky
I, keep it real, why lie
Heat it up like the middle of July
Make a bad bitch feel a little shy
And baby I don’t deny
For my Polo niggas, that pull a heist on it
Bring it back to the hood, half price on it
So smooth, nigga you could shoot dice on it
Black tie, but the blue is midnight on it
Just relax yourself, I got on it
Everything I do is crack, no pipe on it
Niggas couldn’t see me if I put the lights on it
Looks solid, but it’s really pin-stripes on it
Don’t it make you want to roll up
See a bad chick, tell her hold up
We hit the mall, and I tell her go nuts
Baby, you a work of art tell them niggas don’t touch
Shop until we burnt out like a clutch
She don’t some j’s, burn it down with a dutch
I can’t settle down until my money’s like Russ
What I do know, if I don’t know much