Fabolous - Riesling & Rolling Papers Lyrics
This is why they ***** with me: right after the headI tell em I gotta leave cause I'm trying to stay sucker-freeThey say I'm a dog, well that makes them a *****ing fleaAnd now I understand why their ass is so stuck on meLuckily, I be feeling good in my bucket seatsThug Motivation: my coupe cost a buck 03Mind of a hockey player: you could suck a DI'ma reach my goal and you ain't gon take this puck from meCoco Loso in my Stanley CupYou could say whatever, just don't bring the family upWho could ***** with me? Everybody hand be upBut when we set the date, bet these niggas stand me upI'm down to earth like gravity, but man we upWomen get around me and they cannot keep their panties upYour boy drop jewels, you niggas should ante upThis is food for thought, you *****es fill the pantry upAs I get older, I be looking at what rap breeds:A bunch of tatted up niggas who can wrap weedAnd I ain't saying I'm exactly what rap needsI'm just a swagged-out nigga in a RapideWith a 3-year old, that I'm trying to be here forRoad to the riches, and my gift is my vehicleAnd I ain't even talking about that Aston MartinEven though I bought that for my birthdayThe lines I come up, they pass the marginYeah, I write my best shit on my worst dayAnd that's the shit that gets you richerTurn a negative into a positive: get the picture?People say I changed; it's not me, it's the moneyIt's the middle of the winter but they got me where it's sunnyAnd I'm not just being funny, I know no other wayLet's just finish up this Riesling and roll another J
