CurbSide

They thought it was money Mitch, bitch, no it's not Andretti flipped the script, paint sold the pot Rootville brown, tan top, gold BBS's like some all-guile socks Fresh as fuck, steppin' out, jammin' still post Word to my pops, hit me to music, in so many styles Shit funky like an ass tray full of black and miles Rollin' up, I'll be downstairs in a while I'm a boss, I'm not on the clock You can tell by my watch, this a date date A date just, just ain't the same I buy those air knives and they end up giving them away Them niggas ain't doin' shit, they just in the way Crease from space, remodel your place Circle smaller, stack taller, stay honest We all be ballin', I promise Don't drive over 10 miles an hour in the theater area For your safety's sake We hope you have a wonderful time Come back soon