Reese Jones - Heading To The Lot lyrics

[Bridge: Carmine] I'm in a new wristwatch They rather see me not When the Crys' goes pop They rather see you drop They just window shop We pulling tags off And this sh** don't stop We're heading to the lot [Verse 1: Carmine] I need a new whip with two lips to put up on my dick I need a new tech with a necklace that says "Rob me b**h" I'm a fool lets just lose bets and blow money on new jets I told mommy I'll do it, so I gotta get her a new Lexus Ain't nothing coded, you can see me moving thru the city slowly And I hardly give a f** so f** everything that you told me And time is more important with a Presidential Rolex Buy one for all my homies, remember this f**ing moment [Hook: Carmine] We can lose are feelings through the ceiling Got me feeling like a villain When I pulled up in that blacked out thing It ain't from dealing but I swear I did some things And yea I look familiar but I swear I done changed Baby, baby [Bridge: Carmine] I'm in a new wristwatch They rather see me not When the Crys' goes pop They rather see you drop They just window shop We pulling tags off And this sh** don't stop We're heading to the lot [Verse 2: Carmine] Like I'm supposed to do this, funny It ain't about the money but it always does it for me Cold weather got the engine running like a nose you blew it honey Bet they're moods change like shoes when we get that Louie money Red bottoms that booty money Heated seats, baby we don't need receipts Brand new jeans they still got the folded crease Hold a cup baby let me your cheeks I said, hold a cup baby, let me hold your cheeks Squeeze me, are those Levi or Yves jeans? You know Laurant? Sorry, I'm really faded this evening We really made it this evening, got champagne and we f**ing breathing Pink bottles like Cam'Ron's closet Just kids living out this weekend, weekend Or this season, season I ain't leaving, leaving I'm the reason, reason Why they need it, need it Young mother f**er, shopping for Versace sh** Got me paying cash for everything that we said we'd probably get, so [Hook: Carmine] We can lose are feelings through the ceiling Got me feeling like a villain When I pulled up in that blacked out thing It ain't from dealing but I swear I did some things And yea I look familiar but I swear I done changed Baby, baby [Bridge: Carmine] I'm in a new wristwatch They rather see me not When the Crys' goes pop They rather see you drop They just window shop We pulling tags off And this sh** don't stop We're heading to the lot