TRL

She looking so hypnotized
She eyeing my diamond vessel
Never played sports so no trophies
So these chains I rock all my medals
Moving in and out of state lines
A player never waste time
If I ever catch you tryna press I'm doing state time
Dope in my pocket
Keep the liquor in the freeze box
Blunts in the ash tray
Firebird T-top
Trans Am pimping
Big diamond rings like Olympics
If murder was ever the case
This blade gonna be the witness
Now we back up at the penthouse
Hundred story landscape
Butler sitting in the lobby
Slide him a hundred with a handshake
Hit the elevator, need to roll and switch my clothes
Switch cars, switching watches, like I switch my hoes

Every day, every night, it's the same shit
With the same team, ride with the same clique
Every day, every night, it's the same shit
Old 30 Smith and Wesson with the same clip