Roc Marciano - White Dirt lyrics

[Intro] Uh, okay The f**, uh, uh [Verse 1] The silver Range Sport pilaf A leather floor is what the [?] cost The silk I sport, it ain't store-bought 400 long up under the floorboards Where I was born was more like World War 4 Don't compare your dog to these cornballs You n***as just follow, we change the business model My b**h look like a fitness model in Balenciagas In Fendi pajamas, we the top n***as rhyming Inside the chamber These bum a** n***as was eating top ramen I put a bag on your head, you won't make it past 10 They'll be speaking 'bout you in past tense Brain fragments in the G-Wagon that splash the jean jacket Jack your G-pack status, your self-esteem get shattered Watching Harlem Nights, unchartered flights I gave Ca**andra hard pipe, the p**y farted twice Necklace and wrist with ice, I got spice You n***as sound aight but I'm nice, f** n***as [Chorus] Money and hoes, b**h All I know, money and hoes, b**h Money and hoes, b**h Money, cars, and clothes, b**h, uh [Verse 2] I'm in rare form, my b**h got on Claiborne Balmain, no ball and chain, my space is ordained for fame You small change, my chains like frosted flakes Frosting on the cake I orate to make the who*es mate Always in shape, you salty n***as holding water weight I fly away, go way to Norway then walk away like Kaiser Soze They say the platinum Rollie grey, mix Patron today with OJ Okay, okay, tre-eighties to throw away Load the [?] in Bora Bora, both feet in the water I might go even sport a diadora To be woke is three and a quarter Satin sheets, balls deep in your daughter My aura more like Rich Porter, your sh** is awkward Christian Dior should get the b**hes talking Offerings, it's a dog eat dog world, pimp, uh The house come with a satellite and tall fence Who else since Prince could fit my trench? You n***as corn chips [Chorus] Money and hoes, b**h All I know, money and hoes, b**h Money and hoes, b**h Money, cars, and clothes, b**h, uh [Outro] Sound nice, uh, okay, uh The f**, uh