Ride Around Shining

[Chorus - Pusha T]

All I want to do is ride around shining while I can afford it

Plenty ice on my neck so I don't get nausious

Float around in the greatest of Porsches

Feel like a chuck wagon cause I'm on twelve horses

And the three behind mine they be the click

So much ice in they Rollies, the shit don't tick man

Winter through the summer (whaaat) care less what it cost me

While I'm shovelin the snow man call me frosty lova

[Pusha T]

This for the 100,000 dollar kitty German drivers

With big rims and low-pro tires

Fuckin' with college bitches with innocent looks like Mya

Corrupt they mind, turn 'em to liars

I groom 'em well

Dior whore, Christian Lacroix

Keep guns stashed under the floor board

Enough to start world war

Paradise in reaches, home next to beaches

Hair pressed, blowin' in the wind, shit 'bout long as Jesus

I still leave speech for Gospel, so match this

Pusha push Don P keys with these sounds of crackness

The black Martha Stuart, let me show you how to do it

Break down pies to pieces, make cocaine quiches

Money piles high as my nieces

Hefty bags full of cash, cars full of ass

Rolex presidential, bitch, feel the glass

[Chorus]

[AB Liva]

It's that luck that astounds

Life's a circus

I parade the sick through these clowns

The crown is vacant

I'm takin' the proper steps

I'm takin' them poppa steps

They prayin' for my downfall

Is it the bling, the king, conquistador

That my jeweler made the face blush on the Frank Mueller

The R shape peculiar, it's awesome, layin' over dark skin

Lookin' like arson when I park in the left, it's constant

Minute hand is like Parkinson's

You a fish for the sharks to swim

In that opaque linen with the R colored stitchin'

V12 on a Modena you can see the pistons

HRE's on it, Mommy see it glisten

When I make (Oliver Twist) like Dickens

It's feelin' like parts is missin'

Tops don't push soul

Got it drive it like pole positions 'til my soul's risen

[Chorus]

[Malice]

Welcome to the world of Rollies

VS diamonds and that 50,000 dollar show piece

Got me shinin'

First nigga holla show me

Let that 9mm turn a fella ghostly

Hell, I'll even grant amnesty to those who owe me

You fuckin' faggot

You need to raise your glass and toast me

Niggaz can't figure the format for hustler criteria

Not chrome, grown rims with stallion insignia

Listen youngin', you've only just begun

You'll understand when you're older

Said father to the son

Who would've thought such riches stem from ill rhymes?

Canary yellow diamonds size of yield signs, slow down

And procede with caution

Carousal of horses with dual-exhaustion

Fess up, youngin' you'll always be next up

Go against I, forever play catch up nigga

[Chorus]