Curb Side Racks

Intro

Yeah

Wunna

Mm-hmm

Chorus

New whip sitting on the curb

Pockets fat like a novel

I ain't gotta say a word

They already know I got it

Drop

Drip drip all on my fit

Yeah I'm rich and I'm lit

Verse 1

Poured up in a paper cup

Racks stacked to the ceiling fan

Every city know my name

Told my mama we ain't hurting no more

Diamonds dancing on my wrist

Bought the block a whole new store

Chorus

New whip sitting on the curb

Pockets fat like a novel

I ain't gotta say a word

They already know I got it

Post-Chorus

Got it got it got it

Yeah I got it got it

Verse 2

Came up out the mud on my own two

Now the jeweler call me daily

I don't chase I attract

Sipping slow in the back of the Maybach

Never fold never beg never borrow

Sleep good knowing I'm straight

Bridge

Wunna

Wunna

Everything I touch turn gold

Everything I touch turn gold

Chorus

New whip sitting on the curb

Pockets fat like a novel

I ain't gotta say a word

They already know I got it

Post-Chorus

Got it got it got it

Yeah I got it got it