Riesling Rolling Papers lyrics

[Fabolous]
This is why they f*ck with me: right after the head
I tell em I gotta leave cause I'm trying to stay sucker-free
They say I'm a dog, well that makes them a f*cking flea
And now I understand why their ass is so stuck on me
Luckily, I be feeling good in my bucket seats
Thug Motivation: my coupe cost a buck 03
Mind of a hockey player: you could suck a D
I'ma reach my goal and you ain't gon take this puck from me
Coco Loso in my Stanley Cup
You could say whatever, just don't bring the family up
Who could f*ck with me? Everybody hand be up
But when we set the date, bet these n*ggas stand me up
I'm down to earth like gravity, but man we up
Women get around me and they cannot keep their panties up
Your boy drop jewels, you n*ggas should ante up
This is food for thought, you b*tches fill the pantry up
As I get older, I be looking at what rap breeds:

A bunch of tatted up n*ggas who can wrap weed
And I ain't saying I"m exactly what rap needs
I'm just a swagged-out n*gga in a Rapide
With a 3-year old, that I'm trying to be here for
Road to the riches, and my gift is my vehicle
And I ain't even talking about that Aston Martin
Even though I bought that for my birthday
The lines I come up, they pass the margin
Yeah, I write my best sh*t on my worst day
And that's the sh*t that gets you richer
Turn a negative into a positive: get the picture?
People say I changed; it's not me, it's the money
It's the middle of the winter but they got me where it's sunny
And I'm not just being funny, I know no other way
Let's just finish up this Riesling and roll another J