Curren$y - Sandlot lyrics

[Verse 1: T.Y.] My neck and wrist both smothered in gold And it feel like I gained a few pounds 'cause this sh** weigh a load See that Wraith like driving a boat Put that mother f**er on the interstate, and watch how it float My n***a Spitta yea he taught me the most Out in ATL Mean Streets Studios cooking up dope I play the sweats with the Louis V coat And like a mob boss unto our accomplishments we toast I'm hella fed up with fools who breakin' the code Had to go and bless my neck with a lil' rose gold And homie mad 'cause his b**h watch all my videos Tuned in like ya boy her favorite episode I don't hustle for these hoes, never did never will Was motivated when I seen Boosie crib Knowing that I could get it, so that's what I did Hitting b**hes out the park on some homerun sh** [Chorus:T.Y.](x4) Yea n***a this the sandlot Knocking b**hes out the park back to they mans spot [Verse 2: Curren$y] Don C slash Mitchell & Ness collab shorts at my gym cla** ball out All net or I might kiss it off the gla** Wrong sport my bad, we on a baseball diamond This is high priced rhyming I spell my gang name with diamonds Slid up with my young homie behind me in his own Maserati No b**h I didn't buy it He put his hustle down, he went out there and got it He was the lil dawg now he like my grown patna I'm proud of my young playa, I sit back and watch him I told him that these hoes they for everybody They not your property Did she f** your homie? yea probably But that's not important, focus on building your monopoly Them b**hes gon' be where them dollars be, follow me And I could show you some of that k**a that my homegirl been growing Act like you been knowing Yea [Chorus:T.Y.](x4) Yea n***a this the sandlot Knocking b**hes out the park back to they mans spot