Elow The Great - I Want Nice Things

I want nice things
Wrist shining embezzled
with vanilla ice cream
Yeah

I got a street team
They was charging up the ops
You swear we was playing hoop dreams

I'm cut throat with it
You can take your comments
And I'mma tell you where to stick it
Ey

I'm too sick with it
You know what I mean
When I say gotta go get it
Yeah

Im an Independent artists
With a sweet tooth hustle
Green on my mind like some vegan shit
I'm always gaining up muscles

She got a name on her shirt
With a monogram that spells ELOW on it
I told her read loud
She's was hooked on phonics

Look I'm flyer outta range like I'm too far
Spend one night with me
I'll make you into a true star
I can telescope
When I'm Getting head inside of a blue car
Bust one in her mouth
She say I taste like rhubarb

I aiming down the barrel
In a pool full of sharks
Cause I'm on top like a pharaoh
They was mad cause I stuffed them
Back inside the tank like I'm Carol

I was just Baskin it
Drizzle it with a little Robinson
You're just asking to get it

I see them get real nervous
As I'm waving around a Smith and Wesson
Understand I got them stressing
I'm about to teach them a lesson

On my move with tracks I stayed coded
You check my progression

Don't make me pull the bake potato out
Fully loaded
Unpack that bitch in a bag
After class imma tell and show it

Smoke this joint up
And I'm not passing the L
When I blow it

Cause I'm too strong with the Cent
And Ya bitch knows it

I want nice things
Wrist shining embezzled
With vanilla ice cream
Yeah

I got a street team
They was charging up the ops
you swear we was playing hoop dreams

I'm cut throat with it
You can take your comments
And I'mma tell you where to stick it
Ey

I'm too sick with it
You know what I mean
When I say gotta go get it
Yeah

My mama says my attitude is too nicey
My girl says my style is too dicey
My kids say my rhymes are too spicy
And if we talking money
My Nigga I am too pricey

I want princess cut sprinkle in a few baguettes
Watch me brighten up the room
With the smoke call me a cigarette

I'll pop your top with the tab
when I grip the soda can
Have you running out
To see what's popping off
It's just the boogeyman

I'm pushing like the engine that could
Nigga I know I can
I got them hoes screaming out my name
Like a devoted fan

I tell 'em hop in the mini van
Im equipped with secret weapons
Get strapped up together
We rolling out as a caravan

Piece around my neck shines
More gold than Yucatán
(You can tan)

They heard me leaking out the tank
Go grab a dripping pan
I got a Peter Parker rescue plan
Meaning
Imma stick to making money off the web
Despite her man (Spider-Man)

I want nice things
Wrist shining embezzled
With vanilla ice cream
Yeah

I got a street team
They was charging up the ops
you swear we was playing hoop dreams

I'm cut throat with it
You can take your comments
And I'mma tell you where to stick it
Ey

I'm too sick with it
You know what I mean
When I say gotta go get it
Yeah

All jokes aside
You know I ain't being funny
Business on my mind
I'm talking about money
They can't reach me
So them niggas run from me
All because I am all about my money

Written by:
Erwin Lewis

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