Dior - 7.62 (Remix) (Рингтон)

I say, uh, oh, yeah, look
In the back of the Benz, I just got it painted
The grill gold-plated, ha, my crib steel-gated
When we ain't used to have not a dollar, we would go and take it, ha
Robberies and grand theft autos, I can't fake it
They told me, "Don't be trippin' about it," I can't save it
A whole lotta money bring problems, but if a nigga play
We gon' get him murdered tomorrow, wanna see me demonstrate?
'87 t-top Cutlass, put it on the interstate
Solitaire Dior Bucket, they can't even see my face
These hoes, they want me to chase, I don't keep my sneakers laced
I don't ride straight-eight, my key can't go to no valet
Flew my cars out to LA