Curbside

They thought it was money Mitch, bitch, no it's not
Andretti flipped the script, paint sold the pot
Rootville brown, tan top, gold BBS's like some all-guile socks
Fresh as fuck, steppin' out, jammin' still post
Word to my pops, hit me to music, in so many styles
Shit funky like an ass tray full of black and miles
Rollin' up, I'll be downstairs in a while
I'm a boss, I'm not on the clock
You can tell by my watch, this a date date
A date just, just ain't the same
I buy those air knives and they end up giving them away
Them niggas ain't doin' shit, they just in the way
Crease from space, remodel your place
Circle smaller, stack taller, stay honest
We all be ballin', I promise
Don't drive over 10 miles an hour in the theater area
For your safety's sake
We hope you have a wonderful time
Come back soon