Reese’s Cup – Curren$y & The Alchemist

Handing out styles like crack vials
Hundreds of stacks, twenties in piles
Handful ishing them motherfuckers out, pass ’em around
Records hitting like missiles when we drop ’em down
Condolences for innocent bystanders who was standing around
Rover chocolate brown, tan leather seats, the sweet feature
Feel like I bit into a Reese’s Cup out the freezer
Wearing looks from upcoming seasons
Designer samples 101 shit, they let me keep it
Ice cream sneakers match with my diamond pieces
Diamond and dollars, all the beepers
Money roll tucked in my clothes, I conceal ’em
They ’bout to make an attempt for my soul, I can feel ’emem
Like so many legends who been stole ’cause they genius
My antennas up, be on defense is a must
At the same time running the score for us, that’s what up, yeah

I remember I used to stay many nights outside of my mom’s house or outside in the neighborhood and just look at cars going by and kind of make believe in my mind that that’s my next car coming here. This is my car. Of course I didn’t have a job. I didn’t have the money to finance a car but I always kept my mind occupied on the status symbol of a shiny automobile