[Hook]
Them Bally loafers and them Cartiers
I do my thing Penny Hardaway
And if you're knowing where we're going
Then you'll probably be coming with us! (x2)
[Verse 1: Chuck Inglish]
Friday night nice, Saturday sharp
Edge upon the hairline, side tapered and ball
Sunday winning in the linen shorts sent from the mall
Pieces out the dry cleaning stitched seams and all
That glitters ain't gold but this is
Cars hoppin in them
Mars spike editions at the palace like the Pistons
Peep the way I flipped it
The color on this one is like them other ones
But these colors complement it
You might wanna catch that later alligator
Maury I had another color way before they made it
Cordless phones on them like it's free activation
For them homes you would end up in the lab for it
Championship rings wrap bills in jeans fabrics
Since we spend .?. these ropes like tennis rackets
Tennis bracelets Andre Aga**i tennis shoes and jackets
Cartier frames and Ballys
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2: Sir Michael Rocks]
I tilt my woods up, slide them up the bridge of my nose
Them Guccis cool, but they are not originals
Those are like digital clocks
Mind shots riddle the block ‘till it moves up, blew two blunts of king koopa
What a loop scooper troopers and khaki suit blazers
And my bracelets do a loop and my wrist like a race, wait!
We ain't say grace
We at Shaw's Crab House
Everybody got a lobster on their plate
I get a nice fade, nice waves, wait a minute
Slice gang, chop it up, slap chop, I'm saying!
You can't know the roster without playin'
I'm not Kevin Costner I'm not dancing with no wolves
Acting like they sheep, Peep the Benetton Don hopping out that Jeep
Man the ta**els on them Ballys, Checkers or the Rally's
Saying "I don't think they got it like in Cali"
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3: Ghostface k**ah
In my years I sported igloos, Alaskan Ice
The light bulbs in my j**els show off in the night
So stay back, stark's flow is toxic
You can catch me in my rolls heavy
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Photoshoots in the Sahara Desert Camels and Cartiers
In the sky facing the half-moon crescent
Wow, it looks beautiful
The stars is praising me
And The Cool Kids, say something wrong they'll shoot at you
They shootin' stars these ruthless bars got white girls holding their mouths
Like, "oh my God! No he didn't", give him a bib, cause he keeps spitting
Lines that's so cold where every word's frost-bitten
And his man's pulling up in the Maybach
White linen ,three quarter rope, Ballys from way back
With Cardier frames, white gold all around the rim
Holding their dicks in the club, .?
[Hook x2]