Reese’s Cup (feat. Curren$y)

Chevys on switches
Smoking weed in it, girl, don't post me in your pictures
Yeah
Uh

Handing out styles like crack vials
Hundreds in stacks, twenties in piles
Handful 'ishing them motherfuckers out, pass 'em 'round
Records hitting like missiles when we drop 'em down
Condolences for innocent bystanders who was standing around
Rover chocolate brown
Tan leather seats, the sweet feature
Feel like I bit into a Reese's Cup out the freezer
Wearing looks from upcoming seasons
Designer samples, one of one shit, they let me keep 'em
Icecream sneakers match with my diamond pieces
Diamond and dollars or the beepers
Money roll tucked in my clothes, I conceal 'em
They 'bout to make an attempt for my soul, I can feel 'em
Like so many legends who been stole 'cause they genius
My antennas up, be on defense is a must
At the same time, running the score up for us
That's what up, yeah

I remember I used to stay many nights outside of my mom's house or outside in the neighborhood
And just look at cars going by and, uh, kind of make believe in my mind
That that's my next car coming here, this is my car
Of course, I didn't have a job, I didn't have the money to finance a car
But I always kept my mind occupied on the status symbol of a shiny automobile