The 3 Lyrical Ps (feat. Prodigy & Styles P) - Sean Price

Never stop, 'til we pick up loot on every block The roof on the crib got that helicopter Coupe move with new shoes and socks Not to mention the masterpiece watch Not to mention the chain or the diamond rings Material things, wasteful, I know But I just use it as a way to keep score Shit bigger than a 6 plus, this is us The crew who you hide your bitches from Jet Life homie, you trying to get rich or what? Closed this deal in a restaurant, power lunch I had the veal with the parmesan Bed of angel hair pasta it was resting on Two mimosa's, a to-go cup with Coca-Cola Now I'm smoking, rollin', gas in my motor, sipping my soda We use the Pro Tools to break down boulders My girl pull her own weight, with her sexy lil shoulders In the strapless Vera Wang, Alexander or whoever made it I just know she paid it, it cost me Nathan Sexy, cool, crazy My baby like one of them hot 70's ladies Under disco lights with her hips swaying To the music playing While I'm making major moves with the boss playas Win or lose I was there, beginning to end I paid dues so I'm included and you never knew it Until you saw we did it you was still tryna do it Looking at us looking like stars, and we looking at you stupid Sucks to be you kid Drugs in the music Boss playa I'll ask what it cost later Throw it in the cut like fuck it I'll floss later In the mix like a cross fader No DJ, giving em' no leeway We be everywhere from the mansion to the PJ's Crown on the wrist, pound of the piff Get around in the 6, ask in town I'm the shit But who's the niggas I'm shitting on? Come to money, you getting off or getting on? You see that fly shit Spitta on You see that fly shit Ghost on The money and the weed, the guns and the Nikes In the cars with the ice just might form Voltron Or should I transform on 'em, they was going ham on 'em I was blowing grams on 'em They was showing swag I was blowing bags full of strains that niggas didn't ever know they had It's Jet Life, I except life Is not life until you come through living block life Carbon fiber stock pipes I'm talking marble on the kitchen counter You gon' smell like reserve if you sit around us Should I keep going or quiet up? If you got fire, then fire it up Never stop, 'til we pick up loot on every block The roof on the crib got that helicopter Coupe move with new shoes and socks Not to mention the masterpiece watch Not to mention the chain or the diamond rings Material things, wasteful, I know But I just use it as a way to keep score