"Range Rover" lyrics
(feat. RZA)
I don't want it, I don't want it
Never getting off my grind, 'cause I
Love you
They call him "Mr. Staten Island", gats. New Balance is coming through
Hood hikers smoking them woods, a lotta pull lightning
Neck, finger icey, peel out of rent, niggas do them good heists
Halibit fishes, with different-colored rices
All my niggas, behind pots, stirring, blocks we serving
Two for five, slide in the building, heard me?
White fish-scale, take a whiff, shit's real
Don't ever approach with no whitey's and big bills
The fuck doctor, I only truck jewelry on gold locking
Most of my money is grounded and gwop it
For every gate caking, we gon' collect the model
Respect it, or get your hand chopped off, drowned in Moët
The places I've been, seen a lotta faces on the move
Pacing Yankee hats low, what up Allah, stay gracious
Applying refinement, stretched lands, grams in the SoHo Grand
Where I blaze pussies and purple hazes
Sippin' saki, BET'in it, dick Rocky, Bruce Wayne frame
From the creator of Versace, yo
Everybody lit, money to split, on birthday's
We call 'em earth days, buy that nigga a whip
So when the Ds pull up, we fully equipped
Checkbook credit card, license fifth, my wife just flipped
Puerto Ric' ass, with skinny TVs, cheese in the ceiling fan
Mister Money from all the flips
Never getting off my grind, 'cause I
Love you
They call him "Mr. Staten Island", gats. New Balance is coming through
Hood hikers smoking them woods, a lotta pull lightning
Neck, finger icey, peel out of rent, niggas do them good heists
Halibit fishes, with different-colored rices
All my niggas, behind pots, stirring, blocks we serving
Two for five, slide in the building, heard me?
White fish-scale, take a whiff, shit's real
Don't ever approach with no whitey's and big bills
The fuck doctor, I only truck jewelry on gold locking
Most of my money is grounded and gwop it
For every gate caking, we gon' collect the model
Respect it, or get your hand chopped off, drowned in Moët
The places I've been, seen a lotta faces on the move
Pacing Yankee hats low, what up Allah, stay gracious
Applying refinement, stretched lands, grams in the SoHo Grand
Where I blaze pussies and purple hazes
Sippin' saki, BET'in it, dick Rocky, Bruce Wayne frame
From the creator of Versace, yo
Everybody lit, money to split, on birthday's
We call 'em earth days, buy that nigga a whip
So when the Ds pull up, we fully equipped
Checkbook credit card, license fifth, my wife just flipped
Puerto Ric' ass, with skinny TVs, cheese in the ceiling fan
Mister Money from all the flips
