Stove Top - Cookin Soul, Curren$y

Yea

Drive In theater

Uh

Tryna get this loot any way true

It’s lucrative and from alls I do make through

Itunes and avenues we move weight

Each one in my crew get a full plate

Not one excused till we all ate

Unified stupid high nigga way paid

Crime did just what they said it would

Some niggas living good

Some is gone away for good

Some stuck in the hood

Addicted to it

What he should have sold, lost his soul

Though his body still living look in his eyes

The fire ain’t in them

He used to be driven

Now that’s cold

Cold blooded as my angel wings flooded

Rolls gold star studded

The bar covered so let it pour

Until it bubble on the floor

Baby love peeling out her clothes

Eyes rolled orgasm dancing while these horns blow

I’m just thing on my next score

Which color we should paint the sixty four

Tryna wrap my hands round the globe

Like a motherfucking choke hold

Ho

Drive In Theatre

Bent over the stove cus they want some more

Knockin at my door

Back at the store cus they want some more

All of yall