Ragtop Riches (feat. DRAM)

On the highway, dippin' on the flyway Tippin' it was Friday, I was on my high shit Sippin' sittin' sideways, slidin' in my ragtop Listen to the OJs, we could cry together baby All the way to Sunday, put on a one way Hopin' maybe one day, we'll hit the jackpot And bubble like the water that be sittin' in a crackpot Happy that I chose another route and not a mass block But we was punchin', that was like a motherfuckin' time clock Wake her ass up in the evening like a vampire Hit the blade, lurkin' for a hotta pot Go ho for higher, and then I, and then I, and then I Screech these Michelin tires, blarin' out the 50 You hear an earth windin' fire on Rick James, bitch, what? That fire and desire, she left that scent right on the curb And now we ridin', 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 Runnin' like four tires on the avenue Stackin' 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 causin' 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, vibin' up on my sectional You got the body of a goddess, you got it Gucci heels and stockings, no sense in bein' modest I'm just bein' honest, baby, what's your optics? You in the sexual shit, are you erotic? Baby, tell me somethin' Tell me, baby, are you into hustlin'? Are you just be frontin'? Red bottom heels you can stomp in Louis bag rockin' 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 rollin' like four tires on the avenue Stackin' 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