Fabolous - Riesling and Rolling Papers lyrics

[Fabolous] This is why they f** with me: right after the head I tell em I gotta leave cause I'm trying to stay s**er-free They say I'm a dogg, well that makes them A f**ing flea, and now I understand Why their a** is so stuck on me Luckily, I be feeling good in my bucket seats Thug Motivation: my coupe cost a buck 03 Mind of a hockey player: you could s** a D I'mma reach my goal and you ain't gon take this puck from me Coco Loso in my Stanley Cup You could say whatever, just don't bring the family up Who could f** with me? Everybody hand be up But when we set the date, bet these n***as stand me up I'm down to earth like gravity, but man we up Women get around me, they cannot keep their panties up Your boy drop j**els, you n***as should ante up This is food for thought, you b**hes fill the pantry up As I get older, I be looking at what rap breeds: A bunch of tatted up n***as who can wrap weed And I ain't saying I"m exactly what rap needs I'm just a swagged-out n***a in a Rapide With a 3-year old, that I'm trying to be here for Road to the riches, and my gift is my vehicle And I ain't even talking about my Aston Martin I bought it for my birthday The lines I come up with they pa** the margin I write my best sh** on my worst day And that's the sh** that gets you richer Turn a negative into a positive: get the picture? People say I changed; it's not me, it's the money It's the middle of the winter but they got me where it's sunny And I'm not just being funny, I know no other way Let's just finish up this Riesling and roll another J