Watchin’
[Intro]
Yup, Canal Street Confidential in stores
Billboards big as a motherfucker
I ain't hatin' if you say you ain't seen this
[Verse]
Came through, Wraith with the rain boots
Bitches I screw, it's obvious what they gon' do
Choose up before you lose up, who's up?
Us nigga, old money stackin' new bucks
Parked outside, sparking in the ride
Conference call, mobile office I drive
Fiber optic lights simulated night
Constellations high class transportation
High as fuck, livin' out my dreams
Whole day spent puttin' 13 inches to the pavement
My '68 bout to be painted and I'm waiting
My Compton homies hookin' it up for me and I'm anxious
But I'm patient cause good things come to those
Rolled up a few while I'm listening to The Doors
Niggas talk down on me I just find they hoes
Show 'em some shit they never seen before
Now she don't answer your calls no more
I strap dynamite to all my bros, we all gon' blow
More money Air Jordans Bugs Bunny on a sunny Sunday
Coming down the one way
Dark and lovely in the passenger wanted to come with me
So I took her
Spoke like a scholar, she fucked like a hooker
She could've been a model, so good looking
She just needed guidance, that's what I provided
Knowledge is power and dollars
Bad bitches talkin' dirty after champagne showers
I made 30 thousand in two hours
I left with all the hoes, popped hella free bottles
This is the life, fuckin' right
You should've been with us last night so you could see how it all went down
Fuck it though, we could do it all again right now
Climb on top my money pile you'll find me in the clouds, plotting
Watching dodgin', sucker motherfuckers who be after our deposits
Me and my stretch we would never be divided
I stay on my grind shit like I'm super glued to it, forever true
You're not from over here so don't be coming through
A nigga jumping off the porch like boy who is you
This is it, New Orleans in this bitch
Balling like Pelicans, Jazz and Hornets in this bitch
Canal Street low ride Lord know I hit the switch
Til the day I go adhering to the code
Just enjoy the sticky shit that I roll
Looking through you motherfuckers with my eyes closed
Cause I always feel like
Niggas be tryna sound like
Style like
But that shit never come out right