Dream Machines

Alright, yup yup Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches Smokin' weed in it Uh, ha (La musica de Harry Fraud) Yeah This bitch got fins like the Batmobile, for real I'm from the field where you might get tackled by the steel But yet and still, we still here, because we strong willed Waitin' for us to fall off, you can gon' chill, that's so trill Calypso-green on that SL-five, that's not teal They only made thirty of 'em, and we smoked out in one Rare affair, it wasn't live if I wasn't there And I been stayin' inside, so it's bitches in despair Tender love and care, she ain't want a square Felt that a Jet'll suit her best, gold and diamonds 'round her neck So many bad ones on deck, could pretty much press random-select And still come with somethin' vicious that the streets ain't never seen yet Andretti on a run, he ain't losin' steam yet Still ain't purchased all my dream machines yet Talk to me nice, bitch That's what I tell the ho I tell the ho, talk to me nice Nicely, ya dig Check I'm in this old school peanut-butter Lex Luther Dodgin' state troopers, me and my niggas stay ruthless I look up at the stars from this drop-top You niggas wish you this good, but ya not, ya mediocre We don't feel you, and me personally I think you tryin' too hard, nigga, this might kill you I say that gracefully, you'll take yourself up out the game I'm waitin' patiently, all my bitches cooks I tell 'em save a plate for me, this platinum-gold fresh out the box So save a Date for me, these niggas hatin' But let me get back to my cars Let me talk about this chrome while I engineer these bars Let me talk about these gold Zeniths I just copped the other day I'm out here shittin', look the other way I gotta do these niggas dirty I gotta make these niggas pay for all they sins towards the god You niggas not worthy For real Shoutout my nigga Jay Worth though, you know what I'm sayin'? Real PP Ya dig?