Lyrics to Valet
55, 65, 75
We got fast cars, live fast lives
I'm not rushing, I'm taking my time
What watch should I buy next? I'm tryna decide
I raised a lot of niggas through this rap shit
Fuck living average, we been established
Got plenty carats, on my right wrist
Cuban bracelets, I feel like Purple Rain Prince
I got paid off the labor, not minimum wage
No critical acclaim, just cold champagne
Somewhere between Cool James and Lil' Wayne
I still get racial profiled, that shit is lame
We blow smoke out the window
100 from the get-go, still pop that Clicquot
Limo tint the vehicle
I supply the streets with dope music that can give 'еm hope
Loved ones, I keep 'еm close
Aye, and we realer than we ever been
I get the biggest cut when the record spin
Uh, then I asked her one question
She started undressing, I played that Confessions
Pulled out of valet presidential
Ran into H.D., what it's hittin' fo'
Ran into A.K., what it's hittin' fo'
She left a blue heart underneath my post
If you a freak, don't be shy baby
Who? Me? I made a lot of movies lately
I started in a city filled with crack babies
Now my noodles handmade, man that's fascinating
Aye, one time for L.A., we the shit
'Til it's over you know I'ma represent
All the ladies know that I'm the one to get
First day I met her and I let her drive the whip
Like...
55, 65, 75
We got fast cars, live fast lives
I'm not rushing, I'm taking my time
What watch should I buy next? I'm tryna decide
Fuck living average, we been established
Yea, uh
55, 65, 75
We got fast cars, live fast lives
Yea
We got fast cars, live fast lives
I'm not rushing, I'm taking my time
What watch should I buy next? I'm tryna decide
I raised a lot of niggas through this rap shit
Fuck living average, we been established
Got plenty carats, on my right wrist
Cuban bracelets, I feel like Purple Rain Prince
I got paid off the labor, not minimum wage
No critical acclaim, just cold champagne
Somewhere between Cool James and Lil' Wayne
I still get racial profiled, that shit is lame
We blow smoke out the window
100 from the get-go, still pop that Clicquot
Limo tint the vehicle
I supply the streets with dope music that can give 'еm hope
Loved ones, I keep 'еm close
Aye, and we realer than we ever been
I get the biggest cut when the record spin
Uh, then I asked her one question
She started undressing, I played that Confessions
Pulled out of valet presidential
Ran into H.D., what it's hittin' fo'
Ran into A.K., what it's hittin' fo'
She left a blue heart underneath my post
If you a freak, don't be shy baby
Who? Me? I made a lot of movies lately
I started in a city filled with crack babies
Now my noodles handmade, man that's fascinating
Aye, one time for L.A., we the shit
'Til it's over you know I'ma represent
All the ladies know that I'm the one to get
First day I met her and I let her drive the whip
Like...
55, 65, 75
We got fast cars, live fast lives
I'm not rushing, I'm taking my time
What watch should I buy next? I'm tryna decide
Fuck living average, we been established
Yea, uh
55, 65, 75
We got fast cars, live fast lives
Yea
