Cot Damn (feat. Ab-Liva & Rosco P. Coldchain) - Clipse

All I want to do is ride around shining while I can afford it Plenty ice on my neck so I don't get nauseous Float around in the greatest of Porsches Feel like a chuck wagon cause I'm on twelve horses And the three behind mine they be the clique So much ice in they Rollies, the shit don't tick man Winter through the summer (whaaat) care less what it cost me While I'm shovelin the snow man call me frosty lova This for the 100, 000 dollar kitty German drivers With big rims and low-pro tires Fuckin' with college bitches with innocent looks like Mýa Corrupt they mind, turn 'em to liars I groom 'em well Dior whore, Christian Lacroix Keep guns stashed under the floor board Enough to start world war Paradise in reaches, home next to beaches Hair pressed, blowin' in the wind, shit 'bout long as Jesus I still leave speech for Gospel, so match this Pusha push John P. Kees with these sounds of crackness The black Martha Stuart, let me show you how to do it Break down pies to pieces, make cocaine quiches Money piles high as my nieces Hefty bags full of cash, cars full of ass Rolex presidential, bitch, feel the glass All I want to do is ride around shining while I can afford it Plenty ice on my neck so I don't get nauseous Float around in the greatest of Porsches Feel like a chuck wagon cause I'm on twelve horses And the three behind mine they be the clique So much ice in they Rollies, the shit don't tick man Winter through the summer (whaaat) care less what it cost me While I'm shovelin the snow man call me frosty lova It's that look that astounds Life's a circus I parade the sick through these clowns The crown is vacant I'm takin' the proper steps I'm takin' them poppa steps They prayin' for my downfall Is it the bling, the king, conquistador That my jeweler made the face blush on the Franck Muller The R shape peculiar, it's awesome, layin' over dark skin Lookin' like arson when I park in the left, it's constant Minute hand is like Parkinson's You a fish for the sharks to swim In that opaque linen with the R colored stitchin' V12 on a Modena you can see the pistons HRE's on it, Mommy see it glisten When I make Oliver Twist like Dickens It's feelin' like parts is missin' Tops don't push soul Got it drive it like pole positions 'til my soul is risen All I want to do is ride around shining while I can afford it Plenty ice on my neck so I don't get nauseous Float around in the greatest of Porsches Feel like a chuck wagon cause I'm on twelve horses And the three behind mine they be the clique So much ice in they Rollies, the shit don't tick man Winter through the summer (whaaat) care less what it cost me While I'm shovelin the snow man call me frosty lova Welcome to the world of Rollies VS diamonds and that 50, 000 dollar show piece Got me shinin' First nigga holla show me Let that 9mm turn a fella ghostly Hell, I'll even grant amnesty to those who owe me You fuckin' faggot You need to raise your glass and toast me Niggas can't figure the format for hustler criteria Not chrome, chrome rims with stallion insignia Listen youngin', you've only just begun You'll understand when you're older Said father to the son Who would've thought such riches stem from ill rhymes? Canary yellow diamonds size of yield signs, slow down And procede with caution Carousal of horses with dual-exhaustion Fess up, youngin' you'll always be next up Go against I, forever play catch up nigga