Jimhill Jameel - Cribs, Cars, Clothes Lyrics

The cribs
The money
The cars
The clothes
In the hood rocking ice
Getting dough is all I know
The cribs
The money
The cars
The clothes
The Sixes on the Chevy
So I gotta move slow

I use to ride the Marta
Now I'm A Lil' harder
Step up my game
Now the kid is more smarter
Shift kick-back
Shifting gears like a starter
Fina cop some jeans
150 Artful Dodgers
Smoking Bubble Kusch
In a candy apple charger
Stacks on deck
And they still getting larger
First class Flight
Hoping off to a charter
A 100 of them tangs
Getting shipped cross the border
What's the deal
I'm on deck
From the west to the Muthaf*****g Dec
I'm round with a vest and a tech
Please don't make me put one in your f*****g chest

The cribs
The money
The cars
The clothes
In the hood rocking ice
Getting dough is all I know
The cribs
The money
The cars
The clothes
The Sixes on the Chevy
So I gotta move slow
The cribs
The money
The cars
The clothes
In the hood rocking ice
Getting dough is all I know
The cribs
The money
The cars
The clothes
The Sixes on the Chevy
So I gotta move slow

Bad news that's me
Alga for my T
Tru Religion for my jeans
30 Karats
In my piece
Exotic force's
On my feet
Man i smoke exotic weed
Purr Kusch and sour Des
Plus I'm sip pin on that lean
Sitting high on them sixes
Feeling like I'm in a Diesel
And I'm Stunting on you Sissies
Plus man
I'm fly than a eagle
I'm on some hood s**t
N***a this one for my people
I need a hood b***h
That's a guaranteed keeper
It's a wrap Trap and News
Done got back in the lab
Spitting Like Some tools on this
Sippi Boy Track
Plus a paper stack a and a bad b***h grabber

The cribs
The money
The cars
The clothes
In the hood rocking ice
Getting dough is all I know
The cribs
The money
The cars
The clothes
The Sixes on the Chevy
So I gotta move slow
The cribs
The money
The cars
The clothes
In the hood rocking ice
Getting dough is all I know
The cribs
The money
The cars
The clothes
The Sixes on the Chevy
So I gotta move slow

You see me step off in the club
And my chain swag
Me and my n****s so deep
Posted up like we gang bang
All at the bar spending nothing but
Them grown stacks
Give me that grey-goose up
And put that yak back
Academics Red monkeys
To that LRG
Air forces
Nan Scuff and a white T
The 6's on my ride gotta n***a
Sitting high
Expedition rims flick
God Damn that boy fly
From candler road all the way to that west side
F******g with my thug n****s out of Franchize
Navigation
Escapading
Out your local hood
Gotta thick red b***h
Rolling some good

The cribs
The money
The cars
The clothes
In the hood rocking ice
Getting dough is all I know
The cribs
The money
The cars
The clothes
The Sixes on the Chevy
So I gotta move slow
The cribs
The money
The cars
The clothes
In the hood rocking ice
Getting dough is all I know
The cribs
The money
The cars
The clothes
The Sixes on the Chevy
So I gotta move slow