Ragtop Riches

(álbum: THE AM3RICAN DREAM - 2023)

On the highway, dipping on the flyway
Tipping it was Friday, I was on my high shit
Sipping sitting sideways, sliding in my ragtop
Listen to the OJs, we could cry together baby
All the way to Sunday, put on a one way
Hoping maybe one day, we'll hit the jackpot
And bubble like the water that be sitting in a crackpot
Happy that I chose another route and not a mass block
But we was punching, that was like a motherfucking time clock
Wake her ass up in the evening like a vampire
Hit the blade, lurking for a hotta pot
Go ho for higher, and then I, and then I, and then I
Screech these Michelin tires, blaring out the 50
You hear an earth winding fire on Rick James, bitch, what?
That fire and desire, she left that scent right on the curb
And now we riding, put it on the plane to Waikiki, we in the islands

She said it warms her up when I'm so cold-hearted
She said it gives her motivation to go harder
Gotta make her way more money than her own father
That's why she call me daddy
Running like four tires on the avenue
Stacking like CDs, it's all collectibles
The way she sit up in them jeans, so delectable
And every time we step out, we make a spectacle

Every time we step out, we causing a spectacle
Show me that you're rectable, show me that you're respectable
Are you intellectual? Got it, and are you ethical?
You highly flexible, vibing up on my sectional
You got the body of a goddess, you got it
Gucci heels and stockings, no sense in being modest
I'm just being honest, baby, what's your optics?
You in the sexual shit, are you erotic?
Baby, tell me something
Tell me, baby, are you into hustlin'?
Are you just be frontin'?
Red bottom heels you can stomp in
Louis bag rocking just for lunches
Hey, who's your sponsor?
What you offer?
Is he a lawyer or a doctor?
He got you locked down?
Are you knocked up?
Is it strictly transactional and not love?

She said it warms her up when I'm so cold-hearted
She said it gives her motivation to go harder
Gotta make her way more money than her own father
That's why she call me daddy
We rolling like four tires on the avenue
Stacking like CDs, it's all collectibles
The way she sit up in them jeans, so delectable
And every time we step out, we make a spectacle
Ayy