Elvis Presley

It's like the bees in the trap when I roll by
Baby you call me Don
Cash is what I go by
I could get you so high
Me and you be so fly
They ain't really know about rolling
Til will roll by
Watch the titles scroll by
You got to play your role it's the movie kid
Haters counterfeit what they spit ain't a duplicate
These streets kinda cold if you wanna know the truth of it
She let me shoot some pix
Nothing on but her crucifix
See it breathing like the city stuck in the winter
Dropped an Iphone now it's grown a web of splinters
Try to send a txt but I think I should have checked it
She all like what the fuck it's just my luck auto corrected
Send me a picture thru the emails
It's so many chasing cash
But it's like cash just chase the females
I'm floating in the cloud and you can tell by the aroma
In the Bentley roamer
Evidently it's a loaner

Everyday you know we ride around gettin it
Fly around getting it
Lie around getting it
Eye it down gettin it
Write it down getting it
Track it down getting it
Back around getting it

We getting more run than a track meet
And hoes stripping off clothes like those
Could attract me
I don’t mind a bit of acne
If baby got back and
Got it banging exactly
Haters wanna click clack me
But it ain't happened if you wanna contact me
First the whirlpool then the sauna
I can read you girl you saying no
But I can see you wanna
Everybody know it's my time
Pull out a double nine flow
And I still blow a fly rhyme
Get that hate up off my timeline
All y’all twitter thugs need to get out
In the sunshine
New style
Players blowing loud in the background
I'm throwin racks down
Make it look like how my tracks sound
Looking like a million
Cash in my hands
Honey stick around I got plans

Everyday you know we ride around gettin it
Fly around gettin it
Lie around gettin it
Eye it down gettin it
Write it down gettin it
Track it down gettin it
Back around gettin it

I ride around getting everything that I want
Then I put it in the back before we hit the restaurant
Where I order up a dish they ain't carry on the menu
Just like I wrote you on postcards I ain't send you
The tall tales yeah I like them long legs
Hater see me in the street they wanna take me down a peg
Why they worried bout my swag?
It's they own that need attention
It’s my invention
And y'all ain't want no intervention
Rock like Barack with the unmarked escort
Checkmate fate living life on a chessboard
Monique crosstown
Plus the twins living next door
All I do is knock what the fuck I need to txt for
All black regal 87 t roof
Pioneer tape dec k alpines is the truth
Fuzzy dice in the mirror
Buckets seats crushed velvet
Y’all know what its
Or can't you tell yet?