PiKej - Raise Ya Cup lyrics

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PiKej - Raise Ya Cup lyrics

VERSE ONE Dollar bill mentality, my salary is coming on Coming up on millions, money game going strong Long for the finest brands, Louis with the contraband Prada and the Louboutin, Armani suits fit the don Murcielago, Ferrari Testarossa Diamonds on the driver side, ride the roller coaster Girls love the player swag, Maybach make em mad Ends for the Benz, got everything you wish you had Jaguar, fire finish, vintage over brand new King of the finer things, look at what my brand do Caviar, water views, satellite nightly news Honey glazed cashews, cash -- nothing past due Though you know we pa** you, look at what the math do Debonair millionaire, dollars coming at you Player with the gold touch, everything is deluxe Buck that bought a bottle hit the lotto now we G'd up HOOK Eyes up, raise ya cup, toast to the better life Toast to the finer things, later for the pain and strife Later cuz we outta sight, fading in the moon light Riding in the open air, vibing cuz the tunes right Eyes up, raise ya cup, toast to the finer things Toast to the better life, everything that money bring Later cuz we outta sight, fading in the moon light Riding in the open air, vibing cuz the tunes right VERSE TWO Lights, cameras, flashing, ocean waves crashing Nothing ever rationed, brash yo we cashing Gold bricks, hold chips, shine, yo we eclipse Rhyme over any mix, dimes who we chilling with Bless em with Godiva, you chilling with a rider Cider in my cup, and I'm here to take you higher G-6, private jet, leather in the corvette Kobe beef and lobster, gold on my cigarette Sugar in my lemonade, paid like a mugol Sharp as a blade, getting paid through the mobile Private island, styling on em, swagger like a general Every single line on ya mind, something seminal Higher than a sentinel, dine with the president Dime in my residence, never mind a nemesis Genesis, my penmanship something like a miracle All hail the rap king, swagger and I'm lyrical VERSE THREE Love the sound that money makes, waking up to millions Coming up, I'm running up, double up to billions Ill how I got it made, chilling in the palm shade Look at what the don made, hundred karat, purest grade Serenade the dreamers, visualize a Beamer Coffee from Brazil with the French imported creamer Baddest yet, game set, fame, get the flames set Chain with the diamond cut, never take a rain check Never heard of window shopping, buying out the whole store Trying out whatever brand, I don't care, jus give me more Waging war on luxury, prices never trouble me See me like the Hubble G, shine like a silver sea Diamonds looking silvery, nah man that's platinum G Flower pedals, precious metals, dime girls all over me Hatching like an ovary, moving through my odyssey Stealing all the shine like it's mutherf**ing larceny