Junior Mints lyrics

[Intro]
Always Rest In Peace to the legendary
Yeah

[Verse 1]
She whippin' my ride, countin' out ones and taking pictures
She wanna freeze the memory, I'm just caught up in the livin'
I handed out turkeys like Nino on Thanksgiving
Renovate it, rebuild it, created residence in 'em
I'm in the game it's all about dead presidents, isn't it?
And the one with the most at the end is the one who's winning
I valet my own lowrider at the lobster dinner
Ain't want them lil f*ckers sittin' it f*ckin' with my switches
Took my keys lock the sh*t and went in the building
Smokin' killa with the killers, cuttin' deals with the dealers
Discussing wheels with the big wheelers
They try to play you like they jokin' but they dead serious
Watch them n*ggas ain't even got a pop gun with you
But you promotin' them Ra-Ra lyrics
And now them Ra-Ra hittas is lookin to get with you
Diggin' in your pockets takin all your lint and your pennies
You can't keep up with the image scared to make a scheduled appearance
'Cause n*ggas from that city talking bout kickin' yo sh*t in again
Gold Benz, interior like butter Timbs
BBS rims, b*tch who else but him? ha
[Outro]
Yeah, Champagne Files
Jet Life, hold it down all the time