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Featuring Young Roddy & Styles P (Verse 1: Curren$y) Dirty ashtrays, empty bottles of champagne, Tryna find my way in this maze, which is the game Bitches n gold chains, pistols and diamond rings More than my fair seen, been on the scene since I've seen Niggas make green, used my common-sense to seem hella easy But it took a grip a time pimp, believe me Just wanted to make moves while my dudes was still alive to see me Do it like I was doin it for tv Me and 2 Chainz blew hella trees Take your Maserati, hard as I set em' down on Chevy seats Love you dealin' wit a G Your club for audio drugs, 16 bars is a K 1 mixtape is a whole barge, load it down with that sneeze We record it, we float it in, it's movin' in them streets The monumental movement got that music for the fiends Be cautious, this boss shit, be mine for when you speak Gotta read between them lines to find what’s hidden in these beats (Hook x2: Curren$y) It ain't what you wear it's what you drive, It ain't what you drive it's where you park, It ain't where you park it's where you live, It ain't where you live it's how you die. Letras de cancionesIt's either how you died or who you killed Nigga, Yeah.. (Verse 2: Young Roddy) I used to be that nigga stealin' bicycles Young fly nigga, til' I die I stay live nigga So stressed out I used to blaze til' my eyes little Hella high pimpin' on the corner with them wild niggas Get rich or die tryin'I got that feelin' I'm so close to a million, and the Lord is my witness I swear to God I love her, I'm just bad with commitment That simply, we smoke till them sandwich bags empty I burn a joint with Jaz, he talked religion And I ain't attend church in a minute Lord know's I need to hear this But I been like a pilot, plottin' on my paper mission My hustle game official, I used to hoop like Penny Was flat broke, no pennies, had henney in my system Big money on my mental, her ass fat as a hippo Girl watchu' tryna' get into From a rental, to a hoop-d, to a benzo my nigga Oww (Hook x2: Curren$y) It ain't what you wear it's what you drive, It ain't what you drive it's where you park, It ain't where you park it's where you live, It ain't where you live it's how you die. It's either how you died or who you killed Nigga, Yeah.. (Verse 3: Styles P) It's either how you died, or who you killed Where I'm from Niggas tryna move them pills Niggas push them wheels, one shot pop in the kills If you rappin' then I hope you get a deal Nigga, If its where you live, I'm in the Ritz In a mansion up state, I'm the shit If it's where you park, I don't park, Valet parks for me, team full of shooters on the block that'll spark for me It ain't what you drive I get drove Nigga I'm world-wide, across the globe It ain't what you wear if it was nigga I wear Nikes, Polos and Jordans my whole life And Ice If you ask me it's what you smoke It it ain't strong get another dose Ghost So be careful what you rep Salute to D-Block and the Jets Whattup (Hook x2: Curren$y) It ain't what you wear it's what you drive, It ain't what you drive it's where you park, It ain't where you park it's where you live, It ain't where you live it's how you die. It's either how you died or who you killed Nigga, Yeah.. From Letras Mania