Platinum II

Aye Told the lord I'm sinnin' He said Don't you worry You were born to win I was going through some things Never lost the vision F*ck the silverware I want a platinum dinner Platinum plaques along the stairway like Russell Lac on black and pockets feelin' thicker than butter So subtle when she puttin' her hair up in a bun Say she wanna be the holster to my gun (Aye) Doin' the most like rollin' all my blunts for me Diggin' for gold Keep the focus on economy You know but it sounds incredible Too cold Need a jacket made of caribou Paid in full Smokin' on cigars in Cuba F*ck all that blase blah Don't impress nobody Illest in the city Go ask somebody