Curren$y - Car Talk lyrics

And I'm a Nike Head My car entice the Feds My b**hes p**no-Bred you countin corny bread I slice a G-loaf can cop a speedboat Can't sing but they know Spitta holding C-notes Critics say that he flow only bout weed They don't know about me They just judging from my Tweet Quotes Since they don't understand him they figure that it ain't dope f** 'em tho. I'm with my n***as and my b**hes Everywhere we going my older he homie flicking pictures He tripping cause he just came home locked up all that time Ain't know that I became a Don The same way Ace Boogie put Money Mitch back on Welcomed him with open arms JetLife n***as wishin they was in the fold They ain't they in the f**in cold I'm in the paint dunking on n***as Expanding my crib my garage getting bigger Call Rozay tell him "sell a donk to a n***a" Or point me to expert builder I want purple ghost flames on the hood and the fenders Have it covered, trailered, delivered to the cirle of winners I'm a be in there chillin where I parked my other race cars Clearing out a space for my newest edition It's Spitta The master of the Car Talk No engine My sh** powered by the all-spark Straight sickening