Canal Street Boys

(album: Weed & Instrumental$ 2 - 2016)

(I won't stand for this)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
300 grand on it
Pull up to the show, hop out the stand on it

300 grand on it
Pull up to the show, hop out the stand on it
Did my dance on it
Don't try to copy me, fuck up your advance homie
You're not the same, your hustle must expand homie
If I like where I land then I cop land
Nice crib with a pool and I party plan
Your bitches coming where it's money
They ain't have to have it, they just wanna touch it
Had three of my Rollies on when we was fucking
Cause I ain't trust [?] to come up, move for these suckers
I'm way above 'em
Stand high, my name buzzing
That's from that stunting
They taught me not to be a factor
But now they love 'em
Heard 'em dabbing and then some acting, that's more money
Every angle of the game I attack, it's all covered
Came through in that sun-meringue coupe
It was island water blue
If you broke, you never knew, you never in the loop
I'm balling out, too small to be playing hoops
I'm still slam dunking Chevrolets on stainless shoes
Double S Impala yeah bitch I'm seeing twos
Double S Impala yeah bitch I'm seeing twos
My diamonds reflecting different hues
I tell my girl to run upstairs and switch her jewels
Put your evening wear on we making night moves
She watch me sign a big deal in her Giuseppe heels
Shit straight, I always knew this was how I would feel
I ain't always had that paper but I been real

Keep it in, Chevy on switch a nigga
We smoking weed in it, laughing in the picture
Keep it in, Chevy on switch a nigga
We smoking weed in it, laughing in the picture
Laughing in our picture, niggas really get hit
Wouldn't talk about if niggas wasn't listening
If you need to see it you can come and visit
Yeah niggas different
Keep it in, Chevy on switch a nigga
We smoking weed in it, laughing in the picture
Keep it in, Chevy on switch a nigga
We smoking weed in it, laughing in the picture