Cutlass Cathedrals Songtext

Throw them 90 inch Tvs up on the wall
My homiey hooked up the Surround sound and he hid the chords
Did the surveillance so I could keep an eye on all my cars
I Went to Rose crib this nigga rich
He got whips in garages organized by colors and shit
I was inspired by this
I went back to the grind for the first time in years
I wrote raps on my flight
Kicked it at my house that night got crazy high
Thinking bout how I could expand mine
Put the team on the same page at the same time
Then split up and close in on the game from all sides
Crush them motherfuckers
Dudes on mushrooms think they touch us without repercussions
This work comes with somethin'

I only play old music in my old car
Counting new money in my old loft
I only play old music in my old car
Counting new money in my old loft I only play old music in my old car
Counting new money in my old loft
I only play old music in my old car
Counting new money in my old loft

I played the backseat last saturday
In the Rolls reminiscing about how I came up gradually
Over time I prayed to God for it but he made me wait
Had to condition my spirit so that it wouldn't break
Now I'm hella straight
Estate behind iron Gates
Having my cake and eatin' it too
Saying grace thankful for the food
Chrome dating on my 62
Sunroof the fresh interior
My engine tuned
Sunday driver though I slide that bitch on Mondays too
Everyday the same to you
Once you touch enough loot

I only play old music in my old car
Counting new money in my old loft
I only play old music in my old car
Counting new money in my old loft
I only play old music in my old car
Counting new money in my old loft
I only play old music in my old car
Counting new money in my old loft