Scrapin Tha Corner

[Intro]
Gold thangs, scrapin' up the corner
Never ride without it, so you better keep it on ya
Suckers steady hatin' on the player, not the game
Bitches want some dick, there's some things you cannot change

[Chorus]
Gold thangs, scrapin' up the corner
Never ride without it so you better keep it on ya
Suckers steady hatin' on the player, not the game
Bitches want some dick, there's some things you cannot change, uh
Gold thangs, scrapin' up the corner
Never ride without it so you better keep it on ya
Suckers steady hatin' on the player, not the game
Bitches want some dick, there's some things you cannot change, uh

[Verse 1]
Ayy, gold things cuttin' up the block, I'm on some larger shit
Penny pinchin' bitches hangin' on my nuts to catch me slippin'
Tippin' up my styrofoam, sip on my Fanta with a twist
Light me up some sticky green and pour myself another fifth
Jump up out my work and swing them dollars, bitch, I'm 'bout my funds
Cashin' in a hundred bands, now watch me make this whole new one
Rami take your plate and eat your food and leave you with the crumbs
Mind my fitted, Rolex hittin', watch how this young player stunt
Gold-white Lexus looking like it's an imported whip
My money ain't no president, just some player who know some shit
I'm the ace of spades, I promise you won't taste nothin this crisp
How you wanting wars, but you too scared to take any risk?

[Chorus]
Gold thangs, scrapin' up the corner
Never ride without it so you better keep it on ya
Suckers steady hatin' on the player, not the game
Bitches want some dick, there's some things you cannot change, uh
Gold thangs, scrapin' up the corner
Never ride without it so you better keep it on ya
Suckers steady hatin' on the player, not the game
Bitches want some dick, there's some things you cannot change, uh

[Verse 2]
Purple Passion Escalade, natural oak wood grain steering wheels
Fifty thousand in my pocket, Patek cold and platinum grills
Gentle whips and in my cup, now, watch it, baby, don't you spill
Spinnin' shit straight into gold, call me lil' Rami Rumpelstilt'
I'm too magnificent, break me my off my dividends (My dividends)
Hoping you can find a player like me, no equivalent
Your bitch promiscuous, I'm fucking from distances
You tell her you love her, but every night she come to me on some dirty malicious shit
Ten thousand dollars in my garbage, it's just too much paper
"Rami, where you get your fit? That's pimpin'," I got proper tailors
Watch me make this hole in one, like everything in life, I ace it
Midas touch, when you see Rami, next you know, I up in faces

[Chorus]
Gold thangs, scrapin' up the corner
Never ride without it so you better keep it on ya
Suckers steady hatin' on the player, not the game
Bitches want some dick, there's some things you cannot change, uh
Gold thangs, scrapin' up the corner
Never ride without it so you better keep it on ya
Suckers steady hatin' on the player, not the game
Bitches want some dick, there's some things you cannot change, uh