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Ragtop Riches
Jay Worthy
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Ooh, ooh, ayy
(La mรบsica de Harry Fraud)
On the highway, dippin' on the flyway
Tippin', it was Friday, I was on my high shit
Sippin', sittin' sideways
Slidin' in my ragtop, listen to the O'Jays
We could cry together, baby, all the way to Sunday
Put her on the one-way, hopin' maybe one day
We'll hit the jackpot and bubble like
The water that be sittin' in the crackpot
Happy that I chose another route and not a mass block
But we was punchin' hours like a motherfuckin' time clock
Wake her ass up in the evenin' like a vampire
Hit the blade, lurkin' for an out-of-pocket ho for hire
And then I, and then I, and then I screeched these Michelin tires
Blarin' out the 50, you hearin' Earth, Wind, and Fire
Or Rick James, bitch, what? That Fire and Desire
She left that simp right on the curb and now we ridin'
Put her on a plane to Waikiki, we in the islands
She said it warms her up when I'm so cold-hearted
She said it gives her motivation to go harder
Gotta make her way more money than her own father
That's why she call me daddy
We rollin' like four tires on the avenue
Stackin' like CDs, it's all collectibles
The way she sit up in them jeans so delectable
And every time we step out, we make a spectacle
Every time we step out, we causin' a spectacle
Show me that you wreckable, show me that you respectable
Are you intellectual? Got it, and are you ethical?
You highly flexible, vibin' up on my sectional
You got the body of a goddess, you got it
Gucci heels and stockings, no sense in bein' modest
I'm just bein' honest, baby, what's your optics?
You into sexual shit, are you erotic? Ayy
Baby, tell me somethin'
Tell me, baby, are you into hustlin'?
Are you just be frontin'? Red bottom heels you can stomp in
Louis bag, rockin' just for lunches, ayy
Who's your sponsor? What you offer?
Is he a lawyer or a doctor?
He got you locked down, are you knocked up?
Is it strictly transactional and not love?
She said it warms her up when I'm so cold-hearted
She said it gives her motivation to go harder
Gotta make her way more money than her own father
That's why she call me daddy
We rollin' like four tires on the avenue
Stackin' like CDs, it's all collectibles
The way she sit up in them jeans so delectable
And every time we step out, we make a spectacle, ayy
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