More Than Music - Dipset

(feat. Juelz Santana, Hell Rell, JR Writer)
Been riding clean
Two hundred thousand dollar machines
Capital B with the wings
Flyin' in a flying spur
Grippin' on a iron berg, I in hurr
Shorty in dem designer, jeans
Damn, baby you lookin' kinda scrumptous
What are those Citizens Rocker Republics
Antique jeans, I'm a antique fiend
Let my antique sag off my antique ass
Crack for me, I'm back indeed
Bitch I'm all about my paper like a fax machine
On track like half your weed
Spit crack, two half a keys, that's a key
You can serve that to fiends
That be me, Santana
I'm ballin' like an athlete
You niggaz stinkin' it up like athlete's feet (Ill)
Yep, yep, I'm higher than the clouds
Flyer than the owl, hyper than the crowd
Screaming out liud, tell ya bitch calm down
There's no competitor better than a nigga like me
Etcetera, etcetera
I'm the hottest out, better check my temperature
Thermometer popped, can't check my temperature
Nope
You couldn't run wit' us
Listen, you don't stunt enough
I get it down, get it down, but my money up
Throw a couple bucks, show you how a baller do this
Lemme walk you through it, yup, it's more than music
Drip, drip, baby that's the candy paint
Falling off the Ferrari while blowin' danky-dank
Love beef so I got my shooters on deck
On the ice so I threw the whole cooler on my neck
I take 'em to Divas, straight from a no-name hoe
But take 'em to my hood, show 'em my cocaine flow
They say this your other profession
Don't worry 'bout what I'm sellin'
Askin' too many questions, just carry my Smith