Window Shopper lyrics

(intro)

Oh

The top feels so much better than the bottom

So much better

(chorus)

Ja you's a window shopper

Mad at me, I think I know why

Jada you's a window shopper

In the jewelery store, looking at shit you can't buy

Joe you's a window shopper

In the dealership, trying get a test drive

Nas you's a window shopper

Mad as fuck when you see me ride by

Summer time, white Porsche Carrera is milky

I'm on the grind, let my paper stack when I'm filthy

Funny how a nigga get the screw facing at me

Anyhow they ain't got the heart to get at me

I'll get down southsides, the hood that I come from

So I don't cruise to nobody's hood without my gun

You know the kid ain't gonna follow that bullshit

Try and stick, me I'ma let off a full clip

It ain't my fault, you done fucked up your re-up

At the dice game who told you put a G up?

Everybody mad when their paper don't stack right

When I come around y'all niggas better act right

When we got the tops down, you can hear the system thump

When we rollin' rollin' rollin'

Shut your block down, quick to put a hole in a chump

Nigga, when we rollin' rollin' rollin'

(chorus)

Niggas love me in L.A. as soon as I pop in

They come scoop me up in LAX and I hop in

When it comes to bad bitches you know I got them

Some from Long Beach, some from Watts, some from Compton

You know a nigga wanna see how Cali girls freak off

After that 5 hour flight from New York

I start spitting G at a bitch like a pimp man

Tell her meet me at The Mondrian so we can do our thing

She can bring the lingerie with her, I suppose

And we can go from fully dressed to just having no clothes

She can run and tell her best friend 'bout my sex game

Her best friend could potentially be next, man

Listen man, shit changed

I came up from doing my thang

Homie I'm holing, holing, holing

Shit man, the store owner watching you

For something get stolen, stolen, stolen

(chorus)