Fabolous - Riesling, Rolling Papers lyrics

[Fabolous] This is why they f-ck 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 dog, well that makes them a f-cking 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'ma 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-ck 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 and 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 that Aston Martin Even though I bought that for my birthday The lines I come up, they pa** the margin Yeah, 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